Beverly: How will I tell my parents about this? I can’t even talk to them about the weather! How am I supposed to tell them I committed a mortal sin?! A mortal sin?!
Fay: Okay! I know, I know, I understand. Calm down. We’ll practice. Pretend I’m your parents. Say what you’ll say. You’ll get through it. Okay, tell it to me like you would tell them.
Beverly: Mom. Pop.
Beverly: I don”t know how to tell you this.
Fay: But. . .?
Beverly: I’m pregnant.
Fay: My daughter’s a tramp. My daughter’s a tramp! My daughter’s a tramp! You’re 15 years old! How could you do this? You make me sick to my stomach! Just take my gun! Why don’t you just take my gun, take my gun and shoot me in the head, tramp! I wish you were never born! Okay, go. You can do it.