Margaret: For your information, Miss High-and-Mighty, this is life. People have crises. They push each other’s buttons. They inflict pain on one another. And once in a fucking blue moon, they bring out the best in each other. But mostly, they bring out the worst.
Brenda: You’re pathetic.
Margaret: Don’t you dare judge me. You think you’re the paragon of mental health just because you’ve been dating a sane man for the past few months? That’s real compared to what your father and I have?
Brenda: You’re just jealous.
Margaret: Of what?!
Brenda: The fact that I haven’t allowed you to totally destroy my life like you have everyone else’s!
Margaret: What life? You’ve spent 32 years being your little brother’s nursemaid…
Brenda: Oh, fuck you!
Margaret: …to avoid having any emotional life of your own. And now that he’s been put away, you’re gonna have to face your own demons, and, sweetheart, they’re legion.