[Eva walks into the dining room, pleased to see that Kevin has changed into clothes more appropriate for his age, but then he turns around with a humorless grin and her mouth drops open in disgust when she sees that he is gnawing on a whole chicken, getting it all over his face]

We're going to dinner.

I was hungry. I'm a growing boy, you know.

Why would you have something like that?

I collect them.

Isn't that a weird thing to collect?

I don't like stamps.

But, what's the point?

There is no point. That's the point.

So, Kev, erm... Mom had something that she wanted to tell you.

[looks appalled and despite her efforts she finds that this time, she is unable to fake any sort of love towards Kevin]

I wanted to... thank you for calling the ambulance.

Hmm.

...And?

And... I was concerned... that you might be feeling responsible.

Why's that?

[on the verge of snapping]

Because you were SUPPOSED to be looking after her!

We just don't want you to blame yourself.

No, I don't... I mean I... I never said I did.

She's going to need a glass eye, Kevin.

So, we would appreciate you looking out for her. Any name-calling--

[peeling a lychee]

You don't really remember being a kid much, do you, Dad? Celia's just gonna have to suck it up.

I thought you didn't like those.

Yeah, well, they're uh... What do you call it? [eats a lychee to his mouth] An acquired taste.
[Eva storms out of the table while Kevin is still eating the lychee]