I hate what she's become.

I hate the illness.

Uh huh.

Wouldn't it be better if you if you put her someplace?

Do you mean an institution?

Madhouse.

People always call him at house someplace, Don't they?

Put her in some place.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean Thio sound uncaring, but what do you know about caring?

Have you ever seen the inside of one of those places?

The laughing and the tears and the cruel eyes studying you?

My mother in there.

But she's harmless.

Jesus.

Harmless is one of these stuffed birds.

I am sorry.

I only felt I felt what seemed that she was.

She's hurting you.

I I meant well, People always mean well.

They cluck their thick tongues and they shake their heads and they suggest Oh, so very delicately.

Yeah, of course.

I've suggested it myself.

I hate to think about it.

She needs me.

It's not as if she were a maniac or a raving thing.

She just close a little mad Sometimes We all go a little mad sometimes, haven't you?

Yeah.