Friday Night Lights, Season 1

Jason:
Stop! My legs are never gonna get better….ever.

Lyla:
But there are cases, lots of cases--

Jason:
And those cases aren’t me. All right? I don’t even have full use of my hands. I’ll be lucky if I get that back. Alright, I can’t even put my own shoes on and off. How can you not see that? What the hell is wrong with you?

Lyla:
I’m just trying to help you.

Jason:
Yeah, well, you’re not helping. You wanna help then stop pretending that everything is OK.

Lyla:
Why are you getting so mad?

Jason:
Because every night when I go to sleep, I dream that I can walk again. And every morning, I wake up, and I have to accept it all over again. And then you walk in here, all smiles and acting like nothing’s wrong and it’s killing me! So get this through your head. My life as we knew it—over.

Lyla:
Don’t say that, Jason.

Jason:
Football--over. Notre Dame, going pro, all that--gone. You and me? We’re not getting married. So, I need you to do something for me, all right? Get out. Get out!! Don’t just look at me, go!

Lyla:
I’ll be back tomorrow for when they transfer you to the rehab facility.