Running with Scissors2006

Agnes Finch:
Natalie is not coming. I told her I'd deal with it.

Augusten Burroughs:
Don't try to stop me, Agnes. I'm going. I'm going to miss you.

Agnes Finch:
I'll miss you, too. You're a... the best son a mom could ever want. You need to know that. [She hands him a small box filled with money]

Augusten Burroughs:
Oh, my God. Agnes, there's - there's a lot of money here.

Agnes Finch:
A penny here, a dime there. It adds up. The Doctor doesn't know I have it, of course. No one does. You know, this morning, the IRS came again. And I almost gave it to them. Then I though, "No. For once in my life, I'm going to invest wisely." When you write a book, you send me a copy. Goodbye, my sweet boy.

Augusten Burroughs:
Agnes. What're you gonna do now?

Agnes Finch:
I don't know. Maybe I'll take down the Christmas tree.