Dean: Now she’s gone, and I’m left with this creature who knows her mom is gone. She does. She looks at me, and she knows.
Pruitt: Dean, sincerely, she can’t distinguish you from that chair. Having a perfect family unit doesn’t make you a parent; loving your kid makes you a parent.
Dean: But what if she grows up to hate me?
Pruitt: Oh, she’ll definitely hate you. All teenage girls hate their fathers.
Dean: Ah, that’s comforting. I am glad you came.
Pruitt: But they always come back around.
