Kaz:...it's not you I'm worried about..
Don: You're worried about yourself? I can handle it.
Kaz: Yeah, but I'm worried about myself...
Don: yeah. I can handle it.
Kaz:...he's not going to come after you...and he's not your dad...
Don: I can't die. And I've seen a lot. Whatever he g=throws at me I'll be fine.
Kaz:...why do you want to see him so bad...?
Don: The bitch threw you out.
Kaz:...so?
Don: The bitch is a bitch. I just want to talk to him...
