Cold Harbor2003

Rick Broadhurst:
Since when do you give a damn to someone other then yourself?

Roger Broadhurst:
At least I can feel sorry for my dead father.

Rick Broadhurst:
You're drunk.

Roger Broadhurst:
I am drinking to the memory of father.

Rick Broadhurst:
Then your memory is better then mine.

Roger Broadhurst:
What's that supposed to mean?

[pause]

Roger Broadhurst:
Dad was a good man who never had the kind of life he was looking for.

Rick Broadhurst:
Dad was a drunk! When sober, he was a selfish, overgrown child who never had the stability to take care of himself or his own children.

Roger Broadhurst:
You're just saying that because you never liked him. You always hated him.

Rick Broadhurst:
He hated me, Roger! He hated me for quitting football, and not doing what he ordered. At best, he resented me for being a laid back free thinker, not an obedient lap dog like you! You always took his abuse and crap without question. All right, you want to talk about a memory? Let's talk about a memory! Let's talk about the night that Dad left! The night that he walked out on our troubled and weak mother and leaving her all alone to raise four teen and pre-teen sons all by herself! You remember that night?

Roger Broadhurst:
No, I don't. They don't need to hear this.

Rick Broadhurst:
Yes, they do! Bobby, get in here! Tom, sit down.