- Mother: Frank belongs to me. Every part of him.
- Jane: What do you mean by that?
- Mother: I mean we make love. We make love like two lovers. We have since he was 15.
- [laughs]
- Mother: And I intend to keep him.
- Jane: That's incest.
- Mother: I call it love.
- Jane: Well, it's not love. You're very sick.
- Mother: Your narrow mind calls it sick
- Jane: I don't believe you.
- Mother: Yes, you do.
- Jane: I think I better go.
- Mother: Come back anytime. We'll let you watch.