All my life... my whole life, I've done what you want. I gave Mother up. You hated her, so we don't see her anymore. I gave my friends up. Do you know I haven't a single friend? I've got my family. Four girls, one sick boy... and you. I ask myself, before I eat, sleep, or change my clothes, "Is this what Sunny wants?" And it never is. There's always more! Sweet Jesus, how much do you want of me?!