Blake Allen:
I think words are not serving me well at all.

Blake Allen:
Do you want the truth?

Carla:
No, we want another lie.

Blake Allen:
What's this? This right here?

Carla:
It looks like a broken window and a plant.

Blake Allen:
It is a broken window and a plant but how did the window get broken?

Carla:
It looks like the plant might have done it.

Blake Allen:
Yeah, but I don't think the plant just came through the window by itself.

Blake Allen:
Did you throw the plant through the window?

Blake Allen:
Carla, Carla...

Carla:
I'd prefer you not use my name.

Blake Allen:
What do you want me to call you, Timmy?

Blake Allen:
I have lied about nothing except sexual fidelity.

Blake Allen:
I may have been hiding parts of my life from both of you to avoid causing pain. But I didn't say anything to either one of you that I didn't whole-heartedly mean.

Carla:
If you believe what you just said it's worse than if you don't.