- Emily: Should I leave? I can just call my caseworker...
- Jill: No... I want you to stay here, *so* much. I'm just so bad at doing this.
- Emily: I think you're doing a good job.
- Jill: Really?
- Emily: Meh.
- [shrugs and walks off]
- Jill: Did you hear that? She thinks I'm doing a good job.
- Christy: Wow, I've *never* heard that from my daughter.
- Christy: I could write a book with everything I know about raising a teenager.
- Bonnie: And what would it be called? My Own Daughter Doesn't Even Talk to Me, But Here's What *You* Should Do?
- Christy: What would yours be called? I Think I Had a Child Around Here Somewhere?
- Bonnie: That wasn't my fault, you're the one who kept taking off the leash.
- Bonnie: You wouldn't believe the things they wrote about me.
- Christy: You looked at their petitions?
- Bonnie: I may have steamed open a few envelopes. Several of them accuse me of being lazy, untrustworthy, and one referred to me as a broomstick with hair.
- Christy: That's funny.
- Bonnie: They also referred to you as my pet mouse.
- Christy: Hey! That's so mean!
- Bonnie: What do you want?
- Mr. Munson: Pam Grier.
- Bonnie: Within reason.
- Mr. Munson: A woman who tells me she's Pam Grier.
- Bonnie: How about banana bread and a back massage?
- Mr. Munson: ...Sure!