Mel: Everything you did was really sweet.
Jack: Yeah, but it didn't make you change your mind.
Mel: That's not on you. My mom died a week before my eleventh birthday. And then when I turned 12, my dad was so depressed he couldn't get out of bed, so ever since, it's not really a day I feel like celebrating. Jack: Baby, I'm so sorry.
Mel: It's okay, it is what it is.
Jack: No it's not. I just hate the idea of you hurting. I just wish there was something I could do.
Mel: You have already done so much for me. You don't even know.