Sara: You are not your father. Sutter, listen to me. Listen to me. That man…that man has never loved anyone but himself. His heart is this big. But you, you love everybody. You have the biggest heart of anyone I know. Remember in third grade when Ricky was on crutches, do you remember that? You carried his books. Carried that backpack everyday. Or when you were nine and Rosemary Clark lost her mother, you invited her to come live with us. You told her that I would be her new mom. You’ve always been so special, Sutter. That’s why everyone loves you so much.
Sutter: Nobody loves me.
Sara: Sutter, you are so wrong. Do you hear me? You are so wrong.