My name is Sam

Lucy: Daddy, did God made for you to be like this or was it an accident?

Sam: Ok, what do you mean?

Lucy: I mean you're different.

Sam: But what do you mean?

Lucy: You're not like other daddies.

Sam: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm sorry.

Lucy: It's ok, daddy. It's ok. Don't be sorry. I'm lucky. Nobody else's daddy ever comes to the park.

Sam: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, we are lucky. Aren't we lucky? Yeah!

Sam: Yeah, but I tried, I tried hard.

Rita: Try harder!

Sam: Yeah, but you don't know, you don't know!

Rita: I don't know WHAT?

Sam: Yeah, you don't know what is like when you try, and you try, and you try, and you try, and you don't ever get there! Because you were born perfect and I was born like this, and you're perfect!

Rita: Oh, is that right?

Sam: People like you don't know...

Rita: People like me?

Sam: People like you don't know what is like to get hurted. Because you don't have feelings. People like you don't feel anything!

Rita: I just don't know what to call you: retarded, mentally retarded, mentally handicapped, mentally disabled, intellectually handicapped, intellectually disabled, developementally disabled...

Sam: You can call me Sam.