We Need to Talk About Kevin

[last lines]

Eva:
Why?

Kevin:
I used to think I knew. Now I'm not so sure.

[pause]

Prison guard:
Time's up.

Franklin:
Hey, Kev. Listen buddy, it's easy to misunderstand something when you hear it out of context.

Kevin:
Why would I not understand the context? I am the context.

Kevin:
It's like this: you wake and watch TV, get in your car and listen to the radio you go to your little jobs or little school, but you don't hear about that on the 6 o'clock news, why? 'Cause nothing is really happening, and you go home and watch some more TV and maybe it's a fun night and you go out and watch a movie. I mean it's got so bad that half the people on TV, inside the TV, they're watching TV. What are these people watching, people like me?

Eva:
Why would you have something like that?

Kevin:
I collect them.

Eva:
Doesn't it a weird thing to collect?

Kevin:
I don't like stamps.

Eva:
Then what's the point?

Kevin:
There is no point. That's the point.

Eva:
You just can't get uncomfortable enough can you?

Kevin:
Uncomfortable? With my own mother?

Eva:
Haven't you ever wished you had somebody else around to play with?

Kevin, 6-8 Years:
No.

Eva:
You might like it.

Kevin, 6-8 Years:
What if I don't like it?

Eva:
Then you get used to it.

Kevin, 6-8 Years:
Just because you're used to something doesn't mean you like it. You're used to me.

Eva:
Yes, well, in a few months we're all gonna get used to somebody new.

Eva:
You don't look happy.

Kevin:
Have I ever?

Eva:
So, the daddy bear plants his seed in the mommy bear and it grows into an egg.

Kevin, 6-8 Years:
Is this about f***ing?

Eva:
Do you know what that means?

Kevin, 6-8 Years:
The boy puts his pee pee in the girls doo doo.

Kevin:
You know, you can be kind of harsh sometimes.

Eva:
You're one to talk.

Eva:
So, how's school going?

Kevin:
It's going.

Celia:
Me and Kevin were playing Xmas kidnapping.

Eva:
[standing at the counter of the miniature golf course, the mother sees a group of obese people and rails to her son] Whenever I see fat people, they're always eating. Don't give me any of this... 'slow metabolism, it's my glands' crap.

Young Suited Man #1:
Good afternoon ma'am. I hope this isn't an inconvenient time.

Eva:
Good afternoon ma'am. I hope this isn't an inconvenient time. Well, it is actually.

Young Suited Man #1:
Well, we just had a couple of quick questions for you.

Eva:
What is this about?

Young Suited Man #2:
Do you know were are you spending the afterlife?

Eva:
Oh! Yes I do as a matter of fact! I'm going straight to hell. Eternal damnation, the whole bit. Thanks for asking! Ok?

[Eva walks into the dining room, pleased to see that Kevin has changed into clothes more appropriate for his age, but then he turns around with a humorless grin and her mouth drops open in disgust when she sees that he is gnawing on a whole chicken, getting it all over his face]

Eva:
We're going to dinner.

Kevin:
I was hungry. I'm a growing boy, you know.

Franklin:
So, Kev, erm... Mom had something that she wanted to tell you.

Eva:
[looks appalled and despite her efforts she finds that this time, she is unable to fake any sort of love towards Kevin] I wanted to... thank you for calling the ambulance.

Kevin:
Hmm.

Franklin:
...And?

Eva:
And... I was concerned... that you might be feeling responsible.

Kevin:
Why's that?

Eva:
[on the verge of snapping] Because you were SUPPOSED to be looking after her!

Franklin:
We just don't want you to blame yourself.

Kevin:
No, I don't... I mean I... I never said I did.

Eva:
She's going to need a glass eye, Kevin.

Franklin:
So, we would appreciate you looking out for her. Any name-calling--

Kevin:
[peeling a lychee] You don't really remember being a kid much, do you, Dad? Celia's just gonna have to suck it up.

Eva:
I thought you didn't like those.

Kevin:
Yeah, well, they're uh... What do you call it? [eats a lychee to his mouth] An acquired taste.

[Eva storms out of the table while Kevin is still eating the lychee]