We Need to Talk About Kevin2011

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]