Amelia: OK.
Sullivan: OK, you are going to write me another prescription?
Amelia: There is a meeting in an hour.
Sullivan: A meeting?
Amelia: Right downstairs.
Sullivan: Oh, 12 steps, huh? Yeah, I got to get back to work.
Amelia: You came here because you wanted my help.
Sullivan: For my pain. I was hoping you could help me treat my pain before it becomes a problem.
Amelia: Becomes a problem?
Sullivan: I’m not an addict.
Amelia: You are using drugs just to get through the morning. You are stealing. You OD’d. I’ve been where you are Robert.
Sullivan: I doubt it.
Amelia: Which story do you want to hear? The one where I stole my brother’s prescription pad so that I could get high? Or the one about the man I loved OD’ing in bed next to me while I was too high to notice? Take a sick morning, because you’re sick Robert, because you almost died because you do not want to live the way you are living. Because you went from one problem -- pain -- to two problems -- pain and drugs -- to three problems -- pains and drugs and lies. And this road is long, and it is terrible, and it ends with the people that you love hurt and you dead. And you are the only person who can stop that from happening.