Big Fish

AMOS: Her name is Sandra Templeton. She's going to Auburn. The semester's almost over, so you better hurry.

EDWARD: Thank you.

AMOS: Good luck, kid.

AMOS: I was wrong about you kid. You may not have much, but what you got, you got a lot of. You could get any girl.

EDWARD: There's only one I want.

AMOS: Didn't kill anything, did I?

EDWARD: A few rabbits, but I think one of them was already dead.

AMOS: That would explain the indigestion.

EDWARD: I don't have a job, but I would have a job if you gave me one. And I may not have much, but I have more determination than any man you're ever going to meet.

AMOS: Sorry, kid. I don't do charity.

EDWARD: I'll work night and day, and you won't have to pay me. You just have to tell me who she is.

EDWARD: Someone stole my backpack.

AMOS: Kid, you were a big fish in a small pond. This here is the ocean, and you're drowning. Take my advice and go back to Puddleville. You'll be happy there.

EDWARD: What do you mean? You don't even know me.

AMOS: Sure I do. You were hot shit back in Hickville, but here in the real world, you got squat. You don't have a plan. You don't have a job. You don't have anything but the clothes on your back.

EDWARD: I've got a whole backpack full of clothes!

AMOS: See! The big guy likes it.

EDWARD: I just saw the woman I'm going to marry, I know it. But then I lost her.

AMOS: Tough break. Most men have to get married before they lose their wives.

EDWARD: I'm going to spend the rest of my life looking for her. That or die alone.

AMOS: Jesus, kid. Let me guess. Real pretty, blonde hair, blue hat?

EDWARD: Yes!

AMOS: I know her uncle. Friends of the family.

EDWARD: Who is she? Where does she live?

AMOS: Kid. Don't waste your time. She's out of your league.

AMOS: Hey kid! Your friend just made himself a star.

EDWARD: That's great.

AMOS: Great, great. That's fantastic.

EDWARD: It was on that night Karl met his destiny. And I met mine. Almost.

BEAMEN: You won't find a better place!

EDWARD: I don't expect to.

EDWARD: I have to leave. Tonight.

BEAMEN: Why?

EDWARD: This town is everything a man could ask for. And if I were to end up here, I'd consider myself lucky. But the fact is, I'm not ready to end up anywhere.

BEAMEN: No one's ever left.

BEAMEN: Now tell me if that isn't the best pie you ever ate.

EDWARD: It truly is.

EDWARD: What is this place?

BEAMEN: The town of Spectre. Best kept secret in Alabama. Says here you're from Ashton, right? Last person we had from Ashton was Norther Winslow.

EDWARD: The poet? What ever happened to him?

BEAMEN: He's still here. Let me buy you a drink. I'll tell you all about it. Hell, I'll have him tell you.

EDWARD: No. I've gotta meet somebody. I'm already running late.

EDWARD: You were expecting me?

BEAMEN: Not yet.

BEAMEN: Bloom like a flower?

EDWARD: Yes.

BEAMEN: Oh. Here! Right here. Edward Bloom. We weren't expecting you yet.

BEAMEN: Welcome to ya. What's your name?

EDWARD: Edward Bloom.

DON PRICE: Bloom!

EDWARD: Don.

DON PRICE: What the hell are you doing? This is my girl. Mine!

EDWARD: I didn't know she belonged to anybody.

DON PRICE: You get the eye?

EDWARD: I brought it.

DON PRICE: Let's see it.

DON PRICE: Or are you too scared?

EDWARD: I'll go in right now and get that eye.

DON PRICE: Then do it.

EDWARD: Fine, I will.

DON PRICE: Fine, you do it.

EDWARD: Fine, I'm doing it.

DR. BENNETT: Did your father ever tell you about the day you were born?

WILL: A thousand times. He caught an uncatchable fish.

DR. BENNETT: Not that one. The real story. Did he ever tell you that?

WILL: No.

DR. BENNETT: Your mother came in about three in the afternoon. Her neighbor drove her, on account of your father was on business in Wichita. You were born a week early, but there were no complications. It was a perfect delivery. Now, your father was sorry to miss it, but it wasn't the custom for the men to be in the room for deliveries then, so I can't see as it would have been much different had he been there. And that's the real story of how you were born.

WILL: How long have you known my father?

DR. BENNETT: Thirty years. Maybe more.

WILL: How would you describe him?

DR. BENNETT: Five-eleven. One-eighty. Regulated hypertension. How would his son describe him?

DR. BENNETT: Glad to see you're not trying to have a heartfelt talk. It's one of my greatest annoyances, when people talk to those who can't hear them.

WILL: My father and I have an advantage. We never talk.

WILL: Can I see him?

DR. BENNETT: Absolutely. Be good for you to talk to him.

DR. BENNETT: Will.

WILL: Dr. Bennett. It's good to see you. My wife, Josephine.

DR. BENNETT: A pleasure.

EDWARD: Don't. Don't be embarrassed. I should never have let you think that... I am in love with my wife.

JENNY: I know.

EDWARD: And from the moment I saw her until the moment I die, she's the only one.

JENNY: Lucky girl.

EDWARD: I'm sorry, Jenny. I am.

EDWARD: Lord, I'm sorry I...

JENNY: Please. Go. Just go.

EDWARD: I'll...

JENNY: Go.

JENNY: It's okay, just leave it.

EDWARD: I can get it. I can just...

JENNY: I won't be selling you this house, Mr. Bloom.

EDWARD: I see. I thank you for your time.

EDWARD: You're Beamen's daughter. Your last name is different. You married.

JENNY: I was 18. He was 28. Turns out that was a big difference.

EDWARD: Helping people makes me happy.

JENNY: I'm not convinced you should be happy.

EDWARD: I'm sorry. Have I offended you?

EDWARD: In so many words, yes.

JENNY: Then I don't think so Mr. Bloom. If nothing is going to change, I'd just as soon it not change in the way it hasn't been changing all this time.

EDWARD: It's not like you're going to lose anything. You can ask anyone in town. I've been nothing if not generous. I want the best for everyone.

JENNY: No one would come out here unless they had business. And no one would have business with me except for you. You're buying the town.

EDWARD: Apparently I've overlooked this one piece of it, and I'd like to remedy that. You see, in order for the town to be preserved, the trust must own it in its entirety.

JENNY: So I've heard.

EDWARD: I'll offer you more than it's worth. And you know you won't have to move. Nothing will change except the name on the deed, you have my word.

JENNY: You must be Edward Bloom.

EDWARD: How did you know?

JENNY: Promise me you'll come back.

EDWARD: I promise. Someday. When I'm really supposed to.

JENNY: How are you gonna make it without your shoes?

EDWARD: I suspect it will hurt a lot.

JENNY: How old are you?

EDWARD: Eighteen.

JENNY: I'm eight. That means when I'm eighteen, you'll be 28. And when I'm 28, you'll only be 38.

EDWARD: You're pretty good at arithmetic.

JENNY: And when I'm 38, you'll be 48. And that's not much difference at all.

EDWARD: Yeah.

JENNY: It's not a woman, it's a fish. No one ever catches her.

EDWARD: Did you see that woman?

JENNY: What did she look like?

EDWARD: Well, she... uh...

JENNY: Was she nekkid?

EDWARD: There was one time when I was eleven...

JOSEPHINE: You were talking about your wedding.

EDWARD: I didn't forget. I was just working on a tangent. See, most men, they'll tell a story straight through, and it won't be complicated, but it won't be interesting either.

JOSEPHINE: I like your stories.

EDWARD: And I like you.

JOSEPHINE: Is it the medicine that's making you thirsty?

EDWARD: Truth is, I've been thirsty my whole life. Never really known why.

JOSEPHINE: I thought you said you didn't have a church wedding.

EDWARD: Well, we were all set to, but there was a complication.

EDWARD: That's because we didn't have a wedding. Your mother-in-law was never supposed to marry me. She was engaged to somebody else.

JOSEPHINE: I never knew.

EDWARD: Will never told you that? Probably just as well. He would have told it all wrong anyway. All the facts and none of the flavor.

JOSEPHINE: Oh, so this is a tall tale?

EDWARD: Well, it's not a short one.

EDWARD: Spooning the sherbet.

JOSEPHINE: Can I take your picture?

EDWARD: You don't need a picture. Just look up handsome in the dictionary.

JOSEPHINE: Please?

EDWARD: He was buttering her rolls. Pumping her churn. Splashing milk in her box.

JOSEPHINE: Stop.

EDWARD: They were squeezing the cheese. Clanking the bottles. Licking the popsicle.

EDWARD: Because see, my mother was banging the milkman.

JOSEPHINE: No, I understand.

EDWARD: He was slipping her a little extra cream.

EDWARD: Means when you dream about something that's going to happen. Like one night, I had a dream where this crow came and told me, "Your Aunt is going to die." I was so scared I woke up my parents. They told me it was just a dream, to go back to bed. But the next morning, my Aunt Stacy was dead.

JOSEPHINE: That's terrible.

EDWARD: Terrible for her, but think about me, young boy with that kind of power. Wasn't three weeks later that the crow came back to me in a dream and said, "Your Grampa is going to die." Well, I ran right back to my parents. My father said, no, Gramps is fine, but I could see there was trepidation. And true enough, that next morning my Grampa was dead.

JOSEPHINE: Hi. How are you feeling?

EDWARD: I was dreaming.

JOSEPHINE: What were you dreaming about?

JOSEPHINE: Really.

EDWARD: You're lucky to get four words out of them in English. But if you were to walk through the jungle, you'd hear them speaking the most elaborate French. Those parrots talk about everything: politics, movies, fashion -- everything but religion.

KARL: You're not trying to run away?

EDWARD: Just to be sure, you can take my pack.

KARL: You know anyone's who's taken it?

EDWARD: That poet, Norther Winslow did. He was going to Paris, France. He must have liked it, because no one ever heard from him again. Tell you what. You take the other way and I'll cut through here. Meet you on the far side.

KARL: What did she say?

EDWARD: Beats me.

KARL: Okay.

EDWARD: Okay.

KARL: You're just trying to get me to leave, aren't you? That's why they sent you here.

EDWARD: What's your name, Giant?

KARL: Karl.

EDWARD: Mine's Edward. And truthfully, I do want you to leave, Karl. But I want to leave with you. You think this town is too small for you, well, it's too small for a man of my ambition. I can't see staying here a day longer.

KARL: You don't like it?

EDWARD: I love every square inch of it. But I can feel the edges closing in on me. A man's life can only grow to a certain size in a place like this. So what do you say? Join me?

EDWARD: Hardly two stories in the whole place. Now I've heard in real cities, they've got buildings so tall you can't even see the tops of 'em.

KARL: Really?

EDWARD: Wouldn't lie to you. And they've got all-you-can-eat buffets. You can eat a lot, can't you?

KARL: I can.

EDWARD: So why are you wasting your time in a small town? You're a big man. You should be in the big city.

WILL: You become what you always were. A very big fish. And that's the way it happens.

EDWARD: Yes. Exactly.

WILL: It's unbelievable.

EDWARD: Story of my life.

WILL: Where are we headed?

WILL: You say...

EDWARD: The River!

EDWARD: Let's get out of here.

WILL: Somehow, you're better. Different. You're getting ready to go. And I say...

WILL: I can try, Dad. If you help. Just tell me how it starts.

EDWARD: Like this.

WILL: Okay. Okay.

EDWARD: Tell me how it happens.

WILL: How what happens?

EDWARD: How I go.

EDWARD: The river.

WILL: The river?

EDWARD: What do you want, Will? Who do you want me to be?

WILL: Yourself. Good, bad, everything. Just show me who you are for once.

EDWARD: I have been nothing but myself since the day I was born. And if you can't see that, it's your failing, not mine.

WILL: Dad, I'm about to have a kid of my own here. It would kill me if he went through his whole life never understanding me.

EDWARD: It would kill you, huh?

WILL: Do you know much about icebergs, Dad?

EDWARD: Do I? I saw an iceberg once. They were hauling it down to Texas for drinking water, only they didn't count on an elephant being frozen inside. The woolly kind. A mammoth.

WILL: Dad!

EDWARD: What?

WILL: I'm trying to make a metaphor here.

EDWARD: Then you shouldn't have started with a question. Because people want to answer questions. You should have started with, "The thing about icebergs is..."

WILL: The thing about icebergs is you only see 10 percent of them. The other 90 percent is below the water where you can't see it. And that's what it is with you Dad. I'm only seeing this little bit that sticks above the water.

EDWARD: What, you're seeing down to my nose? My chin?

WILL: I have no idea who you are because you have never told me a single fact.

EDWARD: I've told you a thousand facts. That's all I do, Will. I tell stories.

WILL: You tell lies, Dad. You tell amusing lies. Stories are what you tell a five-year old at bedtime. They're not elaborate mythologies you maintain when your son is ten and fifteen and twenty and thirty. And the thing is, I believed you. I believed your stories so much longer than I should have. And then when I realized that everything you said was impossible -- everything! -- I felt like such a fool to have trusted you. You were like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny combined. Just as charming and just as fake.

EDWARD: You think I'm fake.

WILL: Only on the surface. But that's all I've ever seen.

EDWARD: But the real story is how I got the car. You see...

WILL: Dad?

EDWARD: Son?

WILL: Can we talk?

WILL: The maple tree and the Buick. We heard it.

EDWARD: I think someone hasn't.

EDWARD: Did I ever tell you about how...

WILL: Yes.

WILL: Josephine actually went to the Congo last year.

EDWARD: Oh, so you know.

WILL: Why not religion, Dad?

EDWARD: It's rude to talk about religion. You never know who you're going to offend.

WILL: I thought you weren't dying.

EDWARD: I said this isn't how I go. The last part is much more unusual. Trust me on that.

EDWARD: Your mother hasn't been keeping up the pool. If you wanted to you could...

WILL: I will.

EDWARD: You know where the chemicals are?

WILL: I used to do it when you were gone, remember? I used to do it a lot.

WILL: Dad, I'm hoping we can talk about some things while I'm here.

EDWARD: You mean, while I'm here.

WILL: I'd just like to know the true versions of things. Events. Stories. You.

WILL: When did you ever work in an office?

EDWARD: There's a lot you don't know about me.

WILL: You're right.

EDWARD: There was this panhandler who used to stop me every morning when I came out of this coffee shop near the office.

WILL: Okay.

EDWARD: And every day I gave him a quarter. Every day. Then I got sick and was out for a couple of weeks. And when I went back there, you know what he said?

WILL: What did he say?

EDWARD: You owe me three-fifty.

WILL: Really.

EDWARD: True story.

EDWARD: People needn't worry so much. It's not my time yet. This isn't how I go.

WILL: Really.

EDWARD: Truly. I saw it in The Eye.

WILL: The Old Lady by the swamp.

EDWARD: She was a witch.

WILL: No, she was old and probably senile. Maybe schizophrenic.

EDWARD: I saw my death in that eye. And this is not how it happens.

WILL: So how does it happen?

EDWARD: Surprise ending. Wouldn't want to ruin it for you.

EDWARD: You -- -- are in for a surprise.

WILL: Am I?

EDWARD: Having a kid changes everything. I mean, there's the diapers and the burping and the midnight feedings...

WILL: Did you do any of that?

EDWARD: No, but I hear it's terrible. Then you spend years trying to corrupt and mislead this child, fill its head with nonsense and still it turns out perfectly fine.

WILL: You think I'm up for it?

EDWARD: You learned from the best.

WILL: The one about the witch.

EDWARD: Your mom says I can't tell you that one anymore. You get nightmares.

WILL: I'm not scared.

EDWARD: What, a father's not allowed to talk about his son?

WILL: I am a footnote in that story. I am the context for your great adventure. Which never happened! Incidentally! You were selling novelty products in Wichita the day I was born.

EDWARD: Jesus Christ.

WILL: Friend of yours? Did you help him out of a bind?

EDWARD: Come on, Will. Everyone likes that story.

WILL: No Dad, they don't. I do not like the story. Not anymore, not after a thousand times. I know all the punchlines, Dad. I can tell them as well as you can. For one night, one night in your entire life, the universe does not revolve around Edward Bloom. It revolves around me and my wife. How can you not understand that?

EDWARD: You can see my predicament. My wedding ring, the symbol of fidelity to my wife, soon to be the mother of my child, was now lost in the gut of an uncatchable fish.

WILL: Make him stop.

EDWARD: I was drying out.

SANDRA: I see. We need to get you one of those plant misters. We can spray you like a fern.

SANDRA: How can I convince you to stop?

EDWARD: Go out with me.

SANDRA: You don't even know me.

EDWARD: I have the rest of my life to find out.

SANDRA: Daffodils?

EDWARD: They're your favorite flower.

SANDRA: How did you get so many?

EDWARD: I called everywhere in five states and explained this was the only way I could get my wife to marry me.

EDWARD: Oh.

SANDRA: But you're wrong. I do know you, at least by reputation. Edward Bloom from Ashton. See, I'm actually engaged to a boy from Ashton. Don Price. He was a few years older than you.

SANDRA: I'm sorry.

EDWARD: Don't need to apologize to me. I mean, I'm the luckiest person you're going to find today...

NORTHER WINSLOW: This is it? The whole vault.

EDWARD: 'Fraid so.

NORTHER WINSLOW: Edward, it's got your deposit slip on it.

EDWARD: So what are you up to now?

NORTHER WINSLOW: I'm robbing this place.

EDWARD: I don't believe it!

NORTHER WINSLOW: I want you to know, when you left Spectre it opened my eyes. There was a whole life out there that I was not living. So I travelled. I saw France, and Africa, half of South America. Every day a new adventure, that's my motto.

EDWARD: That's great, Norther. I'm happy for you. I can't believe I helped.

NORTHER WINSLOW: It's me. Norther Winslow.

EDWARD: I was astonished to see the greatest poet of both Ashton and Spectre all the way out in Texas.

NORTHER WINSLOW: This is why you don't show work in progress.

EDWARD: Norther, do you ever regret not making it to Paris?

NORTHER WINSLOW: I can't imagine any place better than here.

EDWARD: You're a poet. You oughta be able to. And maybe if you'd seen more, you could.

NORTHER WINSLOW: I've been working on this poem for 12 years.

EDWARD: Really.

NORTHER WINSLOW: There's a lot of expectation. I don't want to disappoint my fans.

EDWARD: Wait! I need those!

NORTHER WINSLOW: There is no softer ground than town.

WILL: Logically, you couldn't be the Witch, because she was old back when he was young.

JENNY: No, it's logical if you think like your father. See, to him, there's only two women: your mother and everyone else.

WILL: You didn't become crazy.

JENNY: Well, therapy. And one day I realized I was in love with a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairy tale.

JENNY: Look, I don't know how much you want to know about any of this. You have one image of your father and it would be wrong for me to go and change it. Especially this late in the game.

WILL: My father talked about a lot of things he never did, and I'm sure he did a lot of things he never talked about. I'm just trying to reconcile the two.

JENNY: Can I ask you a question? Why did you come here today? If you found this deed, why didn't you just ask Eddie?

WILL: Because he's dying.

WILL: Were you and my father having an affair?

JENNY: Wow. Wow, you just said it. I was expecting to dance around this for another half hour.

WILL: I've seen him with women. He flirts. He always has. On some level, I presumed he was cheating on my mother. I just never had proof.

WILL: How did you know my father?

JENNY: This was on his sales route, so he was through here all the time. Everyone in town knew him.

WILL: Are you Jenny Hill?

JENNY: I am. And you're Will. I've seen your picture, that's how I recognize you. I almost said something at the store, but it would have been awkward. Like this.

JENNY: Oh. Oh.

WILL: Hello.

JENNY: I wasn't expecting you.

SANDRA: Do you like it, being pregnant?

JOSEPHINE: I do.

SANDRA: I loved it. It sounds peculiar, but I loved every minute of it. I did. Eddie was travelling a lot, so he was gone, but I felt like I always had a piece of him with me. A little part of his soul inside me. I could feel it. It was alive and kicking.

JOSEPHINE: I'm sorry. It seems every hour I have to...

SANDRA: I know. It was the same when I was carrying Will. Like clockwork.

SANDRA: I'm going to check on him.

JOSEPHINE: I need to lie down for a bit.

SANDRA: I'm going to get started on dishes.

JOSEPHINE: I'll help you.

JOSEPHINE: I spent a week in Morocco for the story. It was incredible.

SANDRA: We'll have to pick up a copy.

SANDRA: Thank you. I'll bet you need to --

JOSEPHINE: Yes.

SANDRA: Down the hall on the right. The door sticks. You have to really pull it.

WILL: What happened?

JOSEPHINE: Your father had a stroke. He's upstairs with your mom and Dr. Bennett.

WILL: Is he going to be okay?

WILL: Look, I know why you like him. I know why everyone likes him. But I need you to tell me I'm not crazy.

JOSEPHINE: You're not.

WILL: I need you on my side.

JOSEPHINE: I am always on your side. And I think you should talk to him.

WILL: You have to understand. When I was growing up, he was gone more than he was here. And I started thinking -- maybe he has a second life somewhere else. With another house, another family. He leaves us, he goes to them. Or maybe there is no family. Maybe he never wanted a family. But whatever it is, maybe he likes that second life better. And the reason he tells all those stories is because he can't stand this boring place.

JOSEPHINE: But it's not true.

WILL: What is "true?" I've never heard my father say a single true thing.

JOSEPHINE: Do you love your father?

WILL: Everyone loves my father. He's a very likeable guy.

JOSEPHINE: Do you love him?

WILL: Mmm.

JOSEPHINE: Mmm, what?

WILL: Mmm, what. I know better than to argue romance with a French woman.

JOSEPHINE: You never told me how your parents met.

WILL: They met at Auburn.

JOSEPHINE: What about the details? How they fell in love. The Circus. The War. You never told me any of that.

WILL: That's because most of it never happened.

JOSEPHINE: But it's romantic.

JOSEPHINE: I talked with your father last night.

WILL: Did you?

JOSEPHINE: I'm going with you.

WILL: You don't have to.

JOSEPHINE: I'm going with you.

JOSEPHINE: It's bad.

WILL: It's more than they thought. They're going to stop chemo.

JOSEPHINE: You need to go.

WILL: Probably tonight.

WILL: Mom, do you want some time with Dad?

SANDRA: Yes. Thank you.

SANDRA: I don't suppose one of us could stay with him. In case he... In case he wakes up, one of us should be there.

WILL: I'll stay. Why don't you go home with Josephine and I'll stay tonight.

SANDRA: That's okay?

WILL: Did you and Dad have any other property?

SANDRA: I suppose your grandmother's house when she passed on. But we sold that right away. Your cousin Shirley bought it.

WILL: So you never bought any land.

SANDRA: Heavens no. We had a hard enough time keeping the mortgage on this place.

WILL: Mom?

SANDRA: Yes?

WILL: Is he awake?

SANDRA: He just fell asleep. Josephine's with him.

WILL: That really happened?

SANDRA: Not everything your father says is a complete fabrication.

SANDRA: Was she one of your teachers?

WILL: No. But it's weird. She seemed to recognize me.

SANDRA: Do you know who that is?

SANDRA: Before I forget, your father has papers in the basement I'd like you to go through. I wouldn't know what's important.

WILL: Mom, do you know who that is? Blonde hair.

SANDRA: I know it's not easy. Just remember, he didn't choose to be your father and you didn't choose to be his son. You just ended up together. You could pick numbers out of a dark bag and it'd be just the same. If you ask me, it's a wonder parents and children can stand each other at all.

WILL: But I understand you, Mom. I always have.

SANDRA: Well, clearly you don't. But I'm not the mystery you're trying to solve right now.

WILL: Josephine and I have a lot in common.

SANDRA: Yes, you both think William Bloom is a very smart man. The problem is, you only see me as your mother, and not as someone's wife. And I've been his wife longer than I've been your mother. You can't discount that.

WILL: True. But I've known him my whole life, and I don't feel like I know him at all. Or ever will.

SANDRA: Would you say you understand Josephine?

WILL: Yes. But that's a different...

SANDRA: No it's not. It's exactly the same. Your father and I met, we dated, and we married -- we chose each other -- because we understood each other on some fundamental level. Just the same as you two.

WILL: Mom, would you say you understand Dad?

SANDRA: Of course.

WILL: What I mean is, do you really know what's going on in his head?

SANDRA: Yes.

WILL: How is that possible? I mean, you try to ask him a question and suddenly it's another one of his stories. You can't honestly say you know him.

SANDRA: Yes, Will, I do. And don't presume things you don't know.

WILL: I don't know if you've seen it, but Josephine has some photos in the most recent Newsweek.

SANDRA: Really! That's wonderful.

WILL: How is he?

SANDRA: He's impossible. He won't eat. And because he won't eat, he gets weaker. And because he's weaker, he doesn't want to eat.

WILL: How much time does he have left?

SANDRA: You don't talk about those things. Not yet.

WILL: Is that Dr. Bennett's car?

SANDRA: He's up with your father.

SANDRA: How did you get here?

WILL: We swam. The Atlantic, it's not that big really.

SANDRA: Ruth McHibbon offered to pick you up at the airport.

WILL: We rented a car.

SANDRA: You didn't need to do that. You just didn't.