the state is paying miss geller for her opinions - objection your honor - objection. now ms. geller, i assume in your therapy session, mr. dawson extolled his parenting abilities. no further questions. objection. it's mr. dawson's parenting. not ms. geller's that's at question here. objection. objection! how'd you get through medical school? where'd you live? oh, grandma and grandpa. would it be fair to say your grandparents were of normal intelligence? and didn't these people - your grandparents - with normal intelligence - have the real responsibilities? motion to strike that from the record. irrelevant, immaterial and immature - i'm not talking about the rights of the parent, i'm talking about the rights of a child. i'm talking about entrusting an eight year old's welfare in the hands of someone whose records show he was diagnosed with infantile autism, mental retardation. oh, i'm sensitive. i'm real sensitive when i see people like you -- come here and try to give meaning to your life by screwing up somebody else's! what's that to her? she gets that for picking up the phone. i'll tell you what this is about. see this is an award for you at some luncheon. but i'm here everyday. you win, you're out the door. but guess who i see come back? the kid. most of the time, in less than a year. only now it's too late. so you're right. i'm real sensitive. you can't even touch that area. i heard you turned seven this year. that's pretty exciting. what'd you get for your birthday? really? that's odd. why not? oh, i'm sorry. i was confused. i thought you didn't open your birthday presents because you ran away from your own party when your best friend told everyone that you were adopted. why would your friends say it if you hadn't said it? may i remind you lucy that you're under oath? and do you know that means if you lie you could be in serious trouble? so now that you and i have agreed to tell the truth, where did you sleep last night? all right, lucy. if you're not going to tell the truth, i am. your dad kidnapped you last night and the police found you sleeping in a seedy park a hundred miles from here. you're lying right now because you're afraid. afraid that everyone will see how scared and frustrated you really are. you're afraid of hurting him, but now we need to tell the truth. the truth is deep inside you know you're not getting what you need from your father. isn't that right, lucy? admirable qualities for a single father. mr. walker, in these eight years, have mr. dawson's responsibilities, which. let me see. would include bussing tables, replenishing sweet 'n lows, and sweeping up the place. increased? and isn't that because he's mentally incapable of learning management skills or working the cash register or even making a cup of coffee? yes. thank you, george. now, after eight years, sam can finally measure out a teaspoon of coffee and cup of water. now, he must certainly be able to help lucy with her geometry. no further questions. can sam add? how about multiplication? so what you're saying is that sam can not even multiply two times two? i bet he's knocking on your door all the time with questions. so let's see. he doesn't know math. he can't even wash her clothes. how about puberty? i can only imagine how much insight he'll bring to approaching the sensitive issues of a young girl's development. and you've had plenty of opportunity to observe fathers, haven't you? but the fact that ms. cassell hasn't come out of her room in years might have some effect on her perception. what about your father, ms. cassell? since you appear to be an expert on father-daughter relationships. excuse me, ms. cassell, i didn't hear your response. what about your father? excuse me, mr. dawson? your honor, if the defendant doesn't have enough interest in his daughter to even show up - when you were lucy's age, were you living at home? were you living with your mother and father? well then where were you living? so your parents put you in an institution? what about your father? where was he? so, you weren't raised by your mother? when? oh, once a year on your birthday. so in a way, the people at the institution were your parents. were they nice to you? did they hit you? like when you hit lucy's friend at her birthday party? let me rephrase that, strong-armed. so what role model do you call upon as a father when you're parenting lucy? the head of the institution? the principal the warden? then who? you have the mental capacity of a seven year old. so you ask yourself, a seven year old - how to parent a fellow seven-year old? the question is: what makes you think you can be a parent? your background? your iq? your friends who can't even testify for you? excuse me, mr. dawson, your lawyer just objected; that means you didn't have to answer the question. you can't even follow the simple rules you've watched here day after day. you really think you can raise a seven-year old? a ten year old? a thirteen-year old? that means she'll be six years more advanced than you. right, "kramer vs. kramer." thank you for the commentary, mr. bhutto. it's hard to find words isn't it, mr. dawson. it's confusing. it's confusing to know what to say to lucy half the time, isn't it? no what? you don't know what? yes. you're right, you don't know. you don't know enough to really raise your daughter? are you? are you really? i'm not talking about the fact that you got some homeless woman pregnant. the question is if you love your daughter as much as they say you do don't you think she deserves more?! don't you? in your heart of hearts, secretly question yourself every day? don't you?! was that a "yes?" yes she does. and you agree with everyone, you can't give her that?