(To Ryan)
What's your name?
Ryan
Ryan.
What's your sin, Ryan?
Ryan
I sold bad mortgages. I sold good coke, cheated on my taxes, cheated on my wife. Both of them. So you know, nothing that bad. What's your story, Lolipop?
(Pauses)
It was my husband's fault.
Ryan
Oh bullshit!
WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED FOR SOMETHING THAT HE DID?! HUH?!
If he hadn't fallen asleep, he wouldn't have rolled over and suffocated our baby.
But it wasn't my fault.
