“I don’t”
“I can’t believe you won’t admit it.”
“Admit what? Tell me.”
“You know.”
“Oh, for God’s sake! Here we go again. What is your issue? Tell me!”
“Stop playing dumb! You know exactly what I’m talking about!”
“Well, pretend I have a bad memory. Remind me.”
“It wouldn’t make any difference. I never want to see you again in any case. You’ll always be my mother. I can’t do anything about that.”
“But I can. I’ve disinherited you. You’re out of the will. We’re done here.”