Bobby's got walls. Big ones. I just don't know if I can do that if I ever even put myself out...
Mary: Things have changed.
Sam: Changed how?
Mary: We're hunting all the time. He won't take a break not even for a second. There's something on his mind and he doesn't want to talk about it.
Sam: Have you asked?
Mary: Bobby's not open like your dad.
Sam: Wait. Like my dad?
Mary: Okay. As least he's not like your dad was when I knew him.
Mary: Bobby's got walls. Big ones. I just don't know if I can do that if I ever even put myself out there again. I shouldn't be talking to you about this.