Terms of Endearment1983

Tommy:
Are you getting well?

Emma:
Look, I'm sorry about this but I can't help it, and I can't talk to you for too long or I'll get real upset. I want you to make a lot of friends. And I want you to be real nice to the girls 'cause they're gonna be real important to you, I swear.

Tommy:
I'm not afraid of girls. What makes you think that?

Emma:
Well, you may be later on.

Tommy:
I doubt it.

Teddy:
Why don't you shut up? Shut up!

Tommy:
You shut up!

Emma:
Ted, give me a kiss, come on. Tommy, you be sweet. Be sweet. And stop tryin' to pretend like you hate me. I mean, it's silly.

Tommy:
I like you.

Emma:
Okay then, will you listen especially close?

Tommy:
What?

Emma:
Listen real hard?

Tommy:
I said "what?"

Emma:
I know you like me. I know it. For the last year or two, you've been pretending like you hate me. I love you very much. I love you as much as I love anybody, as much as I love myself. And in a few years when I haven't been around to be on your tail about something or irritating you, you could... remember that time that I bought you the baseball glove when you thought we were too broke. You know? Or when I read you those stories? Or when I let you goof off instead of mowing the lawn? Lots of things like that. And you're gonna realize that you love me. And maybe you're gonna feel badly, because you never told me. But don't - I know that you love me. So don't ever do that to yourself, all right?