My life just got flushed down the toilet.
No, Vincent.
I'm genetic garbage.
We're twins. We're basically the same.
Look, Julius, I don't know if you've noticed yet, but we don't look the same, we don't talk the same, and we don't dress the same!
I know.
So if we're so alike, how come we're so goddamn different?
We had six fathers. We're many parts of a lot of different people.
Yeah?
And don't forget, I was taken to a beautiful island, I was cared for, educated, looked after. You had nobody, Vincent. No one to love you, teach you, or encourage you. You see, Vincent, you're the missing part of my life. And I'm the missing part of your life. And when we find Mama, we can be the missing part of her life. We won't be alone anymore. We can be a family.
A family?
Yes.
You mean, like, with a Christmas tree... and Thanksgiving dinner?
And a real home, where you'll always be welcome.
Always?
