Say what you want, but John Rowland loved me like no one ever has. Not as a trophy or as a possession, but for me. He loved me.
(Carlos laughs at her)
No, he really did. Let me count the ways. Um, gently, savagely, frequently, upside down...
Well, what makes you so sure that I don't have a talent?
Yeah, well we've all seen your talent, which is a nice way of telling you, why don't you put some curtains on your bedroom window?
"Oh, come on. Be honest, you didn't want any part of this until you found out that I was involved.
Oh, yes it is. It burns you that your own daughter picked me over you.
She did not pick you. It just didn't occur to her that I would agree to do it. Well, now she knows, and she had it to do over again, she'd pick me.
Well, why don't we put it to a test? Julie, who would you rather have play with you?
No, it's okay, honey. Who do you want to be with you in the 'family' talent show?
Yes, who do you want with you in front of all of those people? And remember, it's a church. They are going to be judging you.
Ohh... okay. Well, first of all, you both suck, but if I had to choose... I guess I'd pick my mom. Sorry, Edie.
Fair enough. I'd like my pitch pipe back, please.