Mother Meadows: So. . . what does my little big girl plan on doing today?
Miss Meadows: I am substitute-teaching in a low-income, racially mixed bottom-scoring, first-grade classroom.
Mother Meadows: Oh, you poor darling. You could have run the charm school in a soon-to-be bankrupt department store or. . .been president.
Miss Meadows: But that wasn’t my destiny, Mother.
Mother Meadows: Well, I hardly think your destiny is being a temporary teacher.
Miss Meadows: Well, no one knows their destiny except. . .God. . .or. . .a best-selling author.
Mother Meadows: Well, I just don’t understand why you don’t something more. . . permanent.
Miss Meadows: Permanence is temporary, Mother dear.
Mother Meadows: Well, I suppose there’s some truth in that, Mary.
Miss Meadows: And truth is relative.
Daphne: And who am I supposed to choose anyway, huh? Who do you think is better?
Johnny: I like you. And I have an odd instinct that I’d like her too. Maybe I should meet her.
Daphne: Let me be perfectly honest with you, okay? You’re a very charming guy, irresistible, in fact. And that’s why I know you would be a horrendous choice because I’m not looking for a great affair for my daughter. You know, like, a gorgeous musician who’s gonna break her heart. I’m looking for a life partner.
Johnny: That’s great. Thanks. Yeah, no, I love being reduced to a cultural cliché. That’s just terrific. Because only musicians break people’s hearts. Wow.