Hawk: They know you?
Tim: I worked here. Before.
Hawk: You said your sister needs a break. I nursed my kids through measles, mumps. Broken arms. Hawk.
Tim: No.
Hawk: How long would she need?
Tim: No. No. It’s not a good idea.
Hawk: How long? What, a week? I can do that. Skippy, just… Will you give me a chance?
Tim: A chance to do what? To… To fսck it up again. Are you sure?
Hawk: No. I’m not sure of anything anymore.