Ruth: Oh, honey.
Claire: What?
Ruth: I don’t hate you.
Claire: I don’t hate you either, Mom.
Ruth: You’re just so much like me, and I see you doing these things and I feel like I’m seeing myself…
Claire: Well, I’m not that much like you.
Ruth: If you give up your dreams and it’s my fault, I’ll never forgive myself.
Claire: No, you were right. I mean I have to be able to support myself. And as soon as this grant comes through, I will. I mean this job is just for now.

(Source: sad-disco)