So
You've done well for yourself
What?
What are... what are you... doing here? Is that how you greet your mother Trevor? I-I-I-I didn't know they let you out.
So you never wrote to me... you never visited...
Well...
I bet you never found a girl!
Tell me... Trevor...
Are you gay?
No.
Is that what this is all about?
No...
I wouldn't care.
In fact, I've always wanted a gay son.
A son who wouldn't forget about his mother.
But Ma!
But Ma, but Ma, but Ma! Nothing!
Not a peep!
Carried you in here...
I fed you,
I weaned you,
now look at you.
You always were an ungrateful,
wretched,
Sniveling sack of shit of a boy you know it and I know it
There was always something wrong with you
ashamed of yourself!
ashamed of me, of your own mother!
I've been here for hours, and have you gotten me a drink?
Or a cigarette?
Or massaged my feet?
I'm an old woman and you in the prime of life
Have you nothing inside?
I am so sorry!
There, there, it's okay, son.
Oh, that's enough!
Here I am,
old and tired and alone.
I'm so sorry for everything.
Exactly for everything
I'm an old woman, Trevor.
I don't got no insurance.
Oh, I got money!
I don't want your goddamn money. Is that what you think I am a prostitute
still
You're sick
What can I do?
I'm in a lot of pain
I Need you to get me some more Deludamol.
I can do that.
A lot of them!
A truck load, literally!
and not those weeny little ones the thousand milligram ones, and if you find me a gentleman
Well we both know
You need a father figure
I got the meds Mom!
Mom!
I got the meds!
Ma?
No! Mother!
Damn you fine, baby.