One of my friends? From back home. He's Jewish. And- [Quentin barely glances at the cards before putting them back down.]- I think most of them have the whole kneeling thing?

My dad didn't... after my mom left, and it was just the two of us, there were other things to do than go to church. [Garden work when a therapist suggested that Quentin needed more structure and fresh air. Projects with paint and chopping up wood when someone suggested that that might help Quentin and his broken brain.]

And? What are you? Like your mom, your dad or your friend?