Vince: Mom? Regina: Hmm? Vince: Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why do you keep doing this to me? I mean, am I that bad? Why don’t you want to be with me? Why do you want to leave me by myself. Because I don’t know…I don’t know if I can do it by myself Regina: Baby. Vince: I can’t do it by myself, Mom.
Eric: Can I help you? Regina: I’m Vincent’s mother. Regina. Eric: Oh, I’m sorry. How are you? Regina: I’m well. I’m afraid the last time you saw me, I was, uh…In not such good shape. Uh, well, I’m working on it. Eric: Well, that’s good. Regina: Um…I just wanted to come by and say thank you. Thank you for making my son quarterback. You know, things like that ain’t supposed to happen to us. We don’t get a lot of good breaks. You should…You should have seen the look on his face when he told me. It’s like he was a kid again. I haven’t seen that face in a really long time. Eric: I didn’t give it to him. He earned it. Regina: I thank you for believing in my boy. Eric: He’s a good kid. You’re welcome.