Ivan: What, I ain’t even allowed t’talk about it no more?
Bruno: Not when there’s nothing new to say.
Ivan: Well, it’s alright for you, y’already got one!
Bruno: [sighs] He’s not really-…
Ivan: He’s biologically yours, B! You’re his dad, he’s gonna come t’you for advice, t’learn shit-.. n’ whatever else.
Bruno: He’s gonna have you for that too.
Ivan: It ain’t the same.
Bruno: That’s a bit dismissive.
Ivan: You’re the one being fuckin’ dismissive!
…
Ivan: I’m gonna say somethin’ I’ll regret if you don’t get y’ass back inside.
Bruno: I need-…
Ivan: I’ll bring your precious truck back before mornin’, don’t worry.
Bruno: Look.. I’m sorry my past is getting in the way of what you want, but yours isn’t exactly much better.
Ivan: I ain’t blamin’ you.
Bruno: It sure feels that way.
Ivan: I just wish y’wouldn’t-…
Bruno: Be realistic? What do you want me to suggest? We can’t adopt, we can’t foster, we can’t afford a surrogate-.. so, unless you wanna go n’ find someone you can knock up the old-fashioned way, I don’t know what else to say!
[Ivan scoffs, staring at Bruno incredulously]
Bruno: I wasn’t saying-…
Ivan: Are y’seriously tryna goad me into fuckin’ someone else?
Bruno: No, I just meant-…
Ivan: [snorts] Whatever.
Bruno: Ivan, wait-…
[Ivan slams the truck into reverse, two tracks of crumpled flowers left in his wake as he turns around and speeds off]
…
Bruno: He’s not angry, he’s just.. passionate.
[Jacob fussing]
Bruno: We like that about him though.
