Adam: So How are you mate?
Sam: [Jumps off his stool] You killed Bobby, and I hate you for it!
Donald: Sam...
Sam: It's true! She's never coming back and Dad's gone and it's all your fault! Don't you ever talk to me again and I hate you! And I hope you die!
Donald: Sam, that's enough.
Sam: It's true! I *do* hate him and I do hope he dies!
Donald: No you don't, now come on. Not another word.
[ushers Sam out of diner]