What Dreams May Come1998

The Tracker:
You called your son Albert. Who is that?

Chris:
First doctor I interned under. He was like a father to me.

The Tracker:
Ah. His words were gold. A brilliant mind. Do you recall what he practiced before he turned to pediactrics?

Chris:
Child psychia-...

The Tracker:
...psychiatry. Yeah. And he always was a slow reader. But these... [indicating his glasses] used to be rimless, and the rest of me... used to be black. Do you know why we choose to look so different, me and the children?

Chris:
Package doesn't count? One's as good as the other?

The Tracker:
Oh, no. The old baggage, old roles of authority, who's the teacher, who's the father, gets in the way of who we really are to each other.