Helen: We're the only family you have, Whitney. Whitney: We are not a fucking family, and I'm tired of pretending like we are. You are holding on to a myth. Helen: Okay, I know. You're upset. Whitney: Yes. I'm upset. I'm very upset. But I'm not crazy. It's obviously more important to you to hold on to a fantasy of being a perfect mom of being the one who held us all together than it is for you to admit that this whole thing is a fucking charade. Dad only cares about himself, and you only care about Dad. Helen: That is not true. Whitney: Yes, it is.
Helen: Will you please come back outside and just talk to us. I mean you're getting married in 3 weeks. How are we gonna do that if you're not even talking to us? How is he going to walk you down the aisle? Whitney: He's not. Helen: What? Whitney: He's not going to walk me down the aisle because he's not coming to my wedding. Helen: Of course he's invited to your wedding. He's your father. You know, he made you. He and I, we made you. You wouldn't be here without us. Whitney: You don't get it. Helen: I do get it. I just think you're being kind of short-sighted right now and actually pretty fucking cruel. Whitney: You know, all I want for myself is not to end up like you.