[throws Jose's violin on the road, where it gets crushed by a car]
Tetro: Those two love each other very much.
Bennie: That's love?
Tetro: [Staring at Alone] Your opinion doesn't matter to me anymore.
Carlo: [to Tetro] There's room for only one genius in this family...
Tetro: [thrashing Bennie] How could you do this to me?
Tetro: You stay away from me, got it?
Bennie: Whatever you say, Angie...
Tetro: Angie is dead. My name is Tetro.
Bennie: [referring to Tetro's play] So what was it about?
Bennie: You're writing the story of our father...
[Maria meets Bennie for the first time]
Miranda: [whispering to a door] Tetro, your brother is here...
[Tetro locks the door]
Tetro: People around here don't know very much about me. I'd like to keep it that way.
Miranda: [about Tetro] When I met him, he said he was a writer. He held everything he ever wrote against his chest.
Tetro: Why'd you find me?
Bennie: Everything I've loved or been interested in has been because of you. You disappeared, without even an explanation...