Seeds1968

Claris Manning:
What's the matter with you? I think you should see a psychiatrist. You're a very sick little boy!

Buster:
I'm not sick! It's the whole world that's sick! It's a terrible place to live. People know nothing but hatred and deceit. I try to go to them with love and I get nothing in return. I ask for nothing more than you'd give a dog and I get kicked every time. Why is it, Mother, that I can't have any peace?

Claris Manning:
You'll never have peace as long as you're alive!

Buster:
Why? Why can't I?

Claris Manning:
Did you ever give me peace? [Claris picks up the letters from the floor and opens one of them] Five years ago, you were thrown out of St. Thomas' Academy for having abnormal relations with another boy.

Buster:
You can blame Matthew for that.

Claris Manning:
[picks up another letter] Four years ago, it was that school in Georgia. "My dear Mrs. Manning, this afternoon I received a letter that was confiscated from your son in history class. This letter seems to be some sort of blackmail against one of your son's classmates".

Buster:
[covers his ears] Stop! Stop it! I don't want to hear anymore!

Claris Manning:
Oh, you don't? But I have the whole floor full! Here's another one. This one's from the Benedictine school for boys. It seems they couldn't pin down the fires that have been started around the school and the evidence points at you. So they asked me to remove you. Remember, darling?

Buster:
You b*tch! You're such a vile b*tch!

Claris Manning:
That's right, and I'm proud of it! However, you can't stand the truth! It's like sunlight to your darkness! [picks up another letter] This one's from the military school you went to last year. This one tells about how you almost drowned one of your students and then locked yourself in the bathroom of your dorm room. They had to break down the door. Then you tried to slash your wrists. [she grabes his hands and looks at the faint scars across the wrists] There's hardly a trace. You didn't try very hard. Was it just to get attention? Why don't you try harder next time? Or won't there be a next time?

Buster:
[hysterical] I won't hear anymore! I can't hear anymore! I don't want to hear! I won't! I hate you! Leave me alone! I don't want to hear!

[Buster runs out]

Claris Manning:
[screaming] Go on! Run! Run all your life, you queer! You'll never escape! Run, run, run!