I'm so cold.
In every way.
The river is freezing.
And I'm unloving.
I'm so, so cold.
I wish I wasn't cold.
I wish I was loving.
I'm not sad that this is what it came to.
A cold river.
A freezing river.
I like being cold here.
Because this is what I deserve.
I deserve this.
I deserve to be cold.
I deserve to die.
Rachel.
Oh Rachel.
You're my baby.
You're my overbearing, controlling baby.
Well…
I guess you were my baby.
But not anymore.
Because the day I told you I wasn't your mom.
That's the day you destroyed yourself.
That's the day you let the car run over your body.
I'm surprised.
I'm surprised that you went out that way.
I expected a hanging.
That was much more dramatic.
But no.
You just jumped out in front of a car.
In front of my car.
Did you know it was mine?
I hope you didn't.
I hope you didn't know.
The day I told you I wasn't your mother.
That's the day you gave up.
Yesterday.
Yesterday you died.
Oh sweetie.
I will see you in hell.
Jesse.
Thanks for being my star.
Thanks for working so hard.
Thanks for caring about Rachel.
I just realized.
I'm so cold.
I'm such a cold person.
I don't have anyone to think about.
I can't think about you.
I can't think about you Beth.
That would be too much.
Then I would realize that I'm abandoning you.
Just like I abandoned Rachel.
I wonder why I was never good enough.
I was never good enough for Broadway.
I'm so cold.
I'm so freezing.
Oh well.
At least it's warm in Hell.