Cray: [after carrying Lee onto the couch and picking up the phone] I need an ambulance.
Lee Tran: NO!
[Cray hangs up]
Lee Tran: My father made a tape of us.
Cray: The fuck you talking about? Your father made a tape of us?
Lee Tran: [Reaches for Cray] I'm sorry...
Cray: [Pulls away] What, what do you want from me?
Lee Tran: I have to leave the city.
Cray: You want some cash?
[Throws cash at her]
Cray: Where's the tape? Where's the fucking tape?
Cray: I remember you tried to explain to me once why life was different here. You said, "The difference is, down here the past isn't dead. It isn't even past."
Clifford Fowler: Did I? Damn. Can sure turn a phrase, can't he?
Cray: I thought about that for a long time.
Clifford Fowler: I'll drink to that.
Cray: I wanna speak openly and directly to you and I trust you'll do the same.
Clifford Fowler: Son, I hope we can always.
Cray: I want the tape. That tape was made for you, and I want you to give it to me.
Clifford Fowler: [pause] You don't understand...
Cray: DON'T BULLSHIT ME! You hired a blackmailer to get a tape on me like I'm some boot lickin' ward heel, I'm your god damned family.
Clifford Fowler: I wasn't gonna use it like that.
Cray: You already used it.