Foreman: You were right about me.

Lupe: Yeah, which time?

Foreman: I, uh, I had a problem with you. But you were wrong, too. I’ve made some bad decisions. Stole cars, robbed houses.

Lupe: Killed a woman.

Foreman: But then I got another chance. Left home, went to college, entered a whole another world. And yet some part of me I can’t get rid of thinks, If I’m not the smartest, if I’m not the first, everywhere I go, they’ll figure out I’m not supposed to be here. They’ll send me back.

Lupe: You know that’s not going to happen. You’re out.

Foreman: I’ll never be out of there. When I came home, that last Christmas I was in college, it was like the rooms felt so small. It was so suffocating. But when I was standing on the stoop saying goodbye, my mom put her arms around me. That was the last time I ever felt at home. I only put distance between you and me because I know there isn’t any.

Lupe: You were right about me, too. That stuff about the system being against people like me, I know it’s crap. I mean, it’s true, but it’s also crap. I just wasn’t ready to try again. But I always thought I was young, I had time.