Francesca, Baby

I am not an alcoholic. The only problem I can see is that neither you nor your father understand what hurts me...
But if you never start to realize what's wrong...
Don't you worry, I won't call on you to be a crutch anymore.
Just promise me one little thing...that you won't go back to those weird kids at that church anymore
You can allow Robbie's death to ruin the rest of your life, but I'm not gonna let it ruin mine. Kate's either.
I won't do that...they're my friends, I need their help and they need mine
Let's talk about your problem. You're drinking, and it is you're problem, not mine. Not unless I make it mine
Someday, reality will hit you in the face.
Kate, don't you know you could've killed yourself? Francesca, how could you? What are you trying to do?
A what?
A fire drill. You start drinking and then smoke in bed, so what else could we do? We have to protect ourselves.
Let's face it mother, you're an alcoholic.
We're having a fire drill.