The Unmarried Mother: I've had a lot of people tell me how sorry they are for what happened to me. I don't want to hear it any more.
The Bartender: Then what do you want?
The Unmarried Mother: What does anyone want?
The Bartender: Love.
The Unmarried Mother: Fuck love.
The Bartender: A purpose.
The Unmarried Mother: A purpose?
The Bartender: You don't have that?
The Unmarried Mother: I'm working on it.
The Bartender: Why can't love be a purpose?
The Unmarried Mother: Hippy bullshit.
The Bartender: It's easier to hate than to love, right?
The Unmarried Mother: Yeah.
The Bartender: It's easier to destroy something. Kill somebody.