Claire: Now being a mother, knowing I did that, I cannot understand it myself. It’s taken me so long to figure out how to live with that. Every day I think about what I should have done differently. I just want you to be OK.
Eric: You’re kidding, right? You called me here today because you’re sick of feeling guilty. I’ve seen you. I’ve seen your photos, your perfect family, your big house.
Claire: My life is not perfect. Yeah, sure, I got lucky. I found a husband for reasons I will never understand doesn’t judge me the way other people do, but like I can’t get a job. I can’t go to PTA meetings. The way other parents look at me. It’s a google search away. I am one click away from ruin. It’s hell.
Eric: You’re still making this about you.
Claire: No, wait, Eric, please.
Eric: I will never be just one click away from this, Claire. I have to live with this forever. So do you.

Sandra: Hey.
Eric: What’s up?
Sandra: You OK?
Eric: Yeah, totally. I’m just tired from the drive. It’s good to be home.

Wyatt: You doing OK? Thanks for organizing this whole thing.
Claire: It was a team effort. Seventy-five, how does it feel?
Wyatt: I feel mighty happy to have my family all together like this. Claire, I’m proud of you.

Eric: Why did you text me?
Claire: I have been… I’ve been wanting to for years. I feel like such a coward. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about reaching out to apologize, and I know that I should have, but I just wanted both of us to move on. And I was so happy you were able to go to UT and move forward with your life. I just didn’t want to pull you back.
Eric: I didn’t move forward with my life. Our relationship fucking destroyed me.
Claire: I’m so sorry. My marriage wasn’t working, and so I blew it up because it was the only way I knew how to end it. That’s not an excuse. You were the victim of that, and I shouldn’t have let it happen. I violated my role as an educator, and I should have never betrayed those boundaries. I should have… I should have stopped you. I shouldn’t have let you kiss me. I should have… I should have just turned you down.
Eric: Is that what you think happened?
Claire: You came into the classroom and kissed me, but I should have ended it.
Eric: You agreed to tutor me. You took me to UT. You insisted I call you Claire. You took me away from that dance, and you told me to get into the backseat of the car.
Claire: I never wanted you to do anything you didn’t want to do.
Eric: You’re in denial. Do you realize how long it took me to realize I wasn’t responsible? That you were the one creating those moments. Do you know how long I hated myself because I thought that I hurt you? I lost years, Claire. I saw my brother the other day. He’s 17 now. Same age I was. He looks so fucking young. I was just a kid, Claire.
Claire: I know. I know.

Eric: So you’re married now? You have a kid?
Claire: Well, two actually.
Eric: You guys live in Houston? I googled you.
Claire: I’ve googled you too.

Eric: I am sorry about what happened senior year.
Alison: Oh jeezus.
Eric: Oh, come on.
Alison: What?
Eric: I’m just… I’m being serious.
Alison: But that was like a whole lifetime ago. Yeah.
Eric: Yeah.

Claire: Oh wow, Eric, hi.
Eric: Hi.
Claire: How are you?
Eric: I’m OK. Uh, I should probably get going.

Claire: You seem good.
Matt: I am. A little rough there for a while, but things are pretty great now. We’re recording an album.
Claire: Wow, cool.
Matt: Gone to some pretty cool cities for work. Dating, and yeah. I don’t know. As happy as I can be, I guess.
Claire: That’s good to hear.
Matt: It’s OK. You don’t have to pretend you’ve been worried about how I am.
Claire: I have been.
Matt: You never would have done what you did if you gave a shit about me.
Claire: I made a mistake, and I…
Matt: A mistake? Is that what you’re calling it? Wow, OK. I don’t know how I ever loved you.
Claire: Matt, I am so sorry.
Matt: Oh fuck. I’m so mad, I’m just so mad at you. Can you go, please? Can you go?

Guy: I don’t think I can hit you any harder without hurting you.
Claire: Just do it. Come on.
Guy: Are you OK? Oh my god, I am so…
Claire: Why’d you stop? Come on.
Guy: No, no, no, I’m not.
Claire: Come on. That was great. Keep doing it.
Guy: You’re fucking bleeding.
Claire: I’m fine.
Guy: I don’t think I can do this. I’m really sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Are you OK? No, like actually, are you OK?

Eric: Hey.
Sandra: What’s wrong.
Eric: No, I just thought I’d come home, you know, for the weekend, or maybe longer. I need help, mom. I need help.
Sandra: I know. I’m glad you came home.

Claire: This isn’t so bad, you know.
Guy: What?
Claire: This, like meeting up with someone online.
Guy: That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me. It is. Thank you.

Wyatt: I’ve been thinking. Have you given any consideration to going back to Al-Anon? It used to help you. I remember before.
Claire: Well, that was to help deal with you, dad.
Wyatt: Oh, I just know I value.
Claire: Dad, I’m fine. Just stop.

A Teacher Quotes

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, because their words had forked no lightning, they do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Claire [reading a Dylan Thomas poem]

Matt: Tell me something about your day.
Claire: Uh, something about my day. OK, I saw some lipstick at the grocery store. I may have stolen it.
Matt: Why.
Claire: I don’t know. I just… I’ve spent so much money in that store over the years. Whatever, one lipstick, it’s not a big deal.
Matt: Claire, it’s a little weird.
Claire: Well, I’m not gonna do it again. It was dumb. Are you mad at me?
Matt: I didn’t know I was married to a delinquent.
Claire: Oh my god, I knew I shouldn’t have told you.