Now, Ricky, the doctor told us we should let you work it out on your own sweet time, but...Ricky, you can walk.
What'd you just say?
He's tellin' you the truth, man.
You sick...sons of bitches! You walk in here, on your two legs, all fat, and cocky, and lookin' at me in my chair, and you tell me it's all in my head? I hope that both of you have sons! Handsome, beautiful, articulate sons, who are talented, and star athletes, and they have their legs taken away! I mean, I pray you know that pain and that hurt!
DON'T YOU PUT THAT EVIL ON ME, RICKY BOBBY! DON'T YOU PUT THAT ON US! YOU are NOT paralyzed!
I am SO paralyzed!
NO, NO!
Don't be rough on him, now.
No, he needs to know!
Okay.
He's always cryin' !
Alright, tough love it is, tough love. [to Ricky] Wake up, idiot!
[pulls out a knife]
You wanna know what I am?! You wanna see what my life is?!
Don't do it!
You wanna see what's goin' on here?!
Don't you stick that knife in your leg...
[he sticks the knife in his leg] [pause]
AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!
