Father: Nothing I've ever done was very good, was it?
Daughter: Daddy, it was all good, all of it.

F: You don't have to lie to me. It's worse if you really believe it -- the praise of an undiscriminating fool.
D (hurt, silent).

F: If it really was good, why couldn't anyone see it?
D: You never put it where anyone could see it.

F: It was never any good.
D: It could have been.
F: But I could never get past it, the fear. And in the end, the only thing to fear, really... was the end. It was coming all along.