Pleasantville1998

David's Mom:
When your father was here, I used to think, "This was it. This is the way it was always going to be. I had the right house. I had the right car. I had the right life."

David:
There is no right house. There is no right car.

David's Mom:
God, my face must look like a mess.

David:
It looks great.

David's Mom:
It's really sweet of you but I'm sure it does not look great.

David:
Sure it does. Come here.

David's Mom:
I'm 40 years old. I mean it's not supposed to be like this.

David:
It's not supposed to be anything. Hold still.

David's Mom:
How'd you get so smart all of a sudden?

David:
I had a good day.