He's happier that way.
MLLE. PERRAULT
Are you his son?
JONATHAN
Oh, no.
MLLE. PERRAULT
Where is your mother?
JONATHAN
My mother's dead.
MLLE. PERRAULT
Where did she live?
JONATHAN (Looks for a trace of recognition)
I'd better not tell you.
MARY
Oh, please tell us.
JONATHAN
I'd better not.
MARY
You ask him, John.
JOHN III
Uh-uh!
MARY
Why not?
JOHN III
I don't want to know.
MLLE. PERRAULT
Why don't you want to tell us? We won't tell anybody.
JONATHAN
Nobody'll believe me.
MARY
Why?
JONATHAN
You see, I ran away from home—
JOHN III
When you run away from home, you're no good.
MARY
Now, John, that isn't always so.
JOHN III
It is.
MARY
It isn't. Goldilocks and the Babes in the Wood and the Marquis of Carabas were all good, and they ran away from home.
JOHN III
But they had bad homes.
MARY
Was your home bad?
JONATHAN
I thought it was.
JOHN III
You thought it was. But was it?
JONATHAN