M. "Mack" Patrick MacKenzie: Your dad hit you.
Jason Lochner: You wouldn't understand.
M. "Mack" Patrick MacKenzie: When I was six years old, I was running through the house and I knocked over a lamp and it broke. And my dad beat the hell out of me. He just didn't spank me, he hit me with his fist... Gave me two black eyes, Jason. I was six years old! And I told my friends that I fell off my bike. When I was ten, I came home and he started kicking me in the stomach and I didn't know why. I never found out. But I told myself that, well, he's just blowing off steam. Jason, when I was thirteen, my dad hit me so hard, he knocked out a molar. At first, I blamed myself. It had to me. This was my dad and your dad just doesn't beat you without good reason. If I was a better kid, maybe he wouldn't get so mad. When I got older and realised that it wasn't normal to be beaten up by your old man, I felt ashamed... because I didn't want anyone to know what my dad was like and I sure as hell didn't want pity. I made up lies to strangers, friends and excuse to myself. I was hoping and praying that it would stop. That just once he'd say that he loved me and he was proud of me... And now, y'know, uh, it's hard for me to say out loud that that he abused me and that it was wrong! And he was wrong! And not to say it at all makes it even worse. Jason, you don't have to live the rest of your life denying it the way I have. All you got to do is tell me that you don't want to go in there. Tell me to take you someplace else, kid. Just tell me to take you someplace else.
Jason Lochner: [Jason looks at Mack for a moment] Take me someplace else.
