Elle Hart: If you really want to know, I agree with Mom. I shouldn't be working on this farm every day - one that's clearly inadequate for us. I need to get a real job for real money for a real meal. Look at what you're putting us through - what you're putting Wood through!
Saul Hart: His name is Woodrow, dammit!
Elle Hart: I don't care what you call him! He didn't ask for this. He didn't ask to be crippled. He didn't ask for you to be his father. And I didn't ask to be stuck between his suffering and your BS! Do you know how this makes us feel? I hate it! I hate it for me and for Woodrow!
Saul Hart: And what about me, Elenore? What the hell about me? Supporting you and your brother who's got all the problems in the whole damn world, and your mother's so sick, she can't even get up out of bed?
Elle Hart: Then I'll go. It'll be one less person for you to provide for.
Saul Hart: You are not leaving this damn house!
