The Art of Racing in the Rain2019

Trish:
Maxwell, you promised me you wouldn't!

Denny:
[reads the letter] Are you kidding me? I just buried my wife and you're suing me for custody of my daughter?!

Trish:
Denny, I'm so sorry. This is not at all what we thought...

Zoë:
[arrives] Finished my egg.

Denny:
Sweetheart, go inside and pack your things. We're gonna go home right now.

Maxwell. Evverything's fine, honey. Your dad has some things to take care of, so you'll stay with us for now.

Denny:
Zoë, go and get your stuff. We're leaving. Who the hell do you think you are?

Maxwell:
You can't do this alone, and you know it. What happens when you're back to disappearing for days on end at those races of yours? You're on a plane every weekend. You missed her birth, for Christ's sakes! [Denny shoves the letter against Maxwell's chest and Maxwell aggressively grabs Denny by the arm] You're not taking her. [Denny, in response, retracts the arm from Maxwell's grasp by force, causing Maxwell to fall and break a rib]