Tate: What do you want?
Constance: I wanted to see you... are you feeling any better?
[Tate gives no response]
Constance: Are the visits with the good doctor helping you?
Tate: Yeah. We're really getting to the root of my problem. Turns out, I hate my mother.
Nora Montgomery: If mother could see me now... polishing my own silver. Charles, look at me. Oh, I wish I were a widow. I certainly look the part. I bought this dress for my mother's funeral. Who ever thought I'd be wearing it again... to bury my son?
Charles Montgomery: That's not true.
Nora Montgomery: Because of you, and what you did... We'll have to forgo an open casket.
Charles Montgomery: Nora, I'm trying to tell you something. There will be no funeral. The baby is upstairs and waiting for you in the nursery.
Nora Montgomery: I was wrong about you, Charles. You are a genius.
Charles Montgomery: How long I've waited to hear you say that. All I wanted was to prove myself.
Nora Montgomery: How on earth did you do it?
Charles Montgomery: I used the beating heart from one of our girls.
Nora Montgomery: Amazing.
Charles Montgomery: Nora? Where's the baby?
Nora Montgomery: I thought he was hungry. I tried to nurse him, but... it wasn't milk he was craving. We're damned, Charles. Because of what we did to those girls. Those poor, innocent girls... and their babies. That thing upstairs- it's not human. I tried to kill it.
Charles Montgomery: No.
Nora Montgomery: I tried. I stabbed it with a letter opener... but it clung to life, Charles.
Charles Montgomery: No! I finally succeeded at something.
Nora Montgomery: We'll alert the media at once! Hold a press conference.
Charles Montgomery: You would do that? For me?
Nora Montgomery: Of course. I'm proud of you, Charles. You are a man, after all.
Constance: I got your flowers.
Constance: They smelled of the gas station where you bought them. Red roses? Could you be more of a pathetic, cheap cliche?