- Simone: This must be what my parents feel like all the time, 'cause all I'm thinking is don't embarrass me, don't embarrass me, please.
- Janice: Don't you dare speak to me like that
- Young Janice: Don't you dare speak to *me* like that! You're not my mother!
- Janice: No, I'm you with some real life behind me, with scars from walking side by side with someone for all these years, which is a hell of a lot harder than driving off into the desert for no reason. Driving away is easy; staying is hard, staying when skin, wrinkles, and money gets tight, when children grow up and move away, when people get sick. Don't tell me I broke my promise! I didn't forget. I changed. I grew up, and thank God, thank God I did, thank God!