Madeline Martha Mackenzie : How are you?
Mary Louise Wright : I can't complain... Actually, I can. My son is dead.
Madeline Martha Mackenzie : But Celeste tells me that you continue to be so helpful with her and the boys and...
Mary Louise Wright : She should just get a proper housekeeper. You're very short.
Madeline Martha Mackenzie : [SCOFFS] Excuse me?
Mary Louise Wright : I don't mean it in a negative way.
Mary Louise Wright : Maybe I do. I find little people to be untrustworthy
Mary Louise Wright : My apologies... It's just that I'm... I pride myself on being a very good judge of character, but you have always presented such a difficult read. You know, you seem like a nice person. Loving. But also, you strike me as a wanter.
Madeline Martha Mackenzie : A... A wanter?
Mary Louise Wright : Mm. You know... there are people in... in life who content themselves with what they have, and then there are others who just... just want.
Madeline Martha Mackenzie : I'm not a wanter.
Mary Louise Wright : Oh, you don't have to take it personally... Anyway, I'm a wanter myself. You know what I want? I want Perry back.
Mary Louise Wright : You know, the other day, I was with some friends, and, um, their sons were not a patch on your dad
Mary Louise Wright : Not a patch... Just... I felt so angry.
Mary Louise Wright : Angry!
Mary Louise Wright : You know, that their mediocre, spindly, pudgy, balding, middle-management sons... Still alive... And my Perry...
Mary Louise Wright : My Perry... I just... felt just... I wanted to scream. So you know what I did?
Max Wright : What?
Mary Louise Wright : I did scream... Wanna hear?
Mary Louise Wright : Okay.
Celeste Wright : Oh!... Oh! Mary Louise! Mary Louise! Mary Louise, please.
Mary Louise Wright : What, my grief is too loud for you?