[LINDA:] When you write you’re coming, he’s all smiles, and talks about the future, and —he’s just wonderful. And then the closer you seem to come, the more shaky he gets, and, then, by the time you get here, he’s arguing, and he seems angry at you. I think it’s just that maybe he can’t bring himself to—to open up to you. Why are you so hateful to each other? Why is that?
[LINDA:] And you tell me he has no character? The man who never worked a day but for your benefit? When does he get a medal for that? Is this his reward? To turn around at the age of sixty-three and find his sons, who he loved better than his life, one a philandering bum…
[BIFF:] He threw me out of the house, remember that.
[LINDA:]The insurance inspector came. He said that they have evidence. That all these accidents in the last year—weren’t—weren’t—accidents.
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