Party of Five, Season 4

Charlie:
I just gotta know, Julia. What are you waiting for, Julia? My funeral?

Julia:
What?

Charlie:
I mean, I can't get Claudia to shut up about it, and you, I don't hear a word from! Nothing! You don't even stop by! It's like I'm going through all this, and you couldn't care less!

Julia:
You think that? You think I don't care?

Charlie:
What am I supposed to think? What's take, Julia? How much effort is required to pick up a freakin' phone?

Julia:
Maybe it takes, I don't know, some sign, something that I'm a part of your life! I mean, you want me to care, Charlie, but you didn't want me to know!

Charlie:
But you do know! Now you know!

Julia:
But you didn't tell me! Claudia did.

Charlie:
Look, I don't have time to play games with you, Julia.

Julia:
Games? You are the one playing games, Charlie. You let me go on and on about my stupid money problems. You don't interrupt. You don't say a word about your health, like your cancer isn't important enough to mention! Like how could Julia possibly care about anything but herself? God, what am I supposed to do Charlie, except take my cue from you? If you have wanted anything from me, if you had expected anything from me, you would have treated me like I was capable of coming through for you. But obviously, you don't. So congratulations, Charlie. I guess you have me pegged.

Charlie:
What is this? What is your...God, I'm sick! I'm sick, and you've got a problem with, with my process? Get over yourself, Julia! Man, I thought Owen was the baby of the family!