-Max: Hey, uh, it'll just be a few more minutes.
They're in with some of the other nominees. So...
-Mrs. Roland: You look nervous. What's wrong?
-Max: Look, I know I'm not your son. Who am I?
-Mr. Roland: Oh!
-Mrs. Roland: This again? Max, not here.
-Max: There are no pictures of me as a newborn. It doesn't make any sense.
-Mr. Roland: You were born in Ecuador. Mom had you premature.
We've told you all this.
-Max: You went to Ecuador pregnant?
I'm sorry, but that doesn't sound like something. A smart mom would do.
-Mrs. Roland: I think I know better than you. What a mother would and wouldn't do.
-Gill: He said "Mom", she said "Mother". Distancing language..
-Cal: Yeah.
-Max: I ordered a DNA test online. I took hairs from your brushes.
I just got the results back. I'm not related to either of you.
-Cal: Nice fear on both of them.
-Mr. Roland: Max, what the hell is going on? What is this?
-Gillian: Mr. and Mrs. Roland, I'm Gillian Foster.
I'm a psychologist with the Lightman Group.
-Mrs. Roland: What is this place?
-Max: Max came to us. He needs our help.
-Mr. Roland: Max, we're leaving.
-Max: Dr. Lightman, they're lying, right? They're lying.
-Mr. Roland: Max, now.
-Gill: You may have just sent him home with his abductors.