Fade to Black1980

Eric Binford:
Mornin' Stella.

[Eric lights a cigarette and coughs]

Aunt Stella Binford:
Have you looked at yourself lately? You look like hell! [Eric takes a puff on his cigarette and blows the smoke into Aunt Stella's face] Stop making those faces at me! I'll tell you something, if you don't listen to me and start taking care of yourself you'll never reach age 30. [Eric continues to ignore Aunt Stella] When I took you in after your sweet mother died while giving birth to you I had no idea you'd be such a trial! Your mother was a beautiful woman. She was a great talent. Hollywood was at her feet. Important men were begging to marry her. Then she met your father, that bastard! With that, it was the end of our dance team. You know, I was a fine dancer, the best!

Eric Binford:
[sarcastic] Yeah, you're the greatest, Aunt Stella. You tell me that all the time. Magnificent.

Aunt Stella Binford:
It's your fault I'm in this wheelchair! You made me leave that party 20 years ago. Your little trouble-making belly aching! If it wasn't for you, I'd still have my legs!

Eric Binford:
I still can't believe your still bringing that up after all these years. I didn't ask the babysitter to call you. I was sick that night. I was only four years old. You were drunk and you should not have been driving...

Aunt Stella Binford:
Shut up! You're a loser, Eric! You're worthless just like your father was before he ran out on us!

Eric Binford:
Yeah, I know!