Wendy Healy: So... how was your big chat with Maddie about that guy?
Victory Ford: Uh... you know what? At the end of the day, I didn't feel like I needed to make a federal case out of it.
Wendy Healy: Oh, you didn't? Hmm. 'Cause, it looked to me like they weren't planning on stopping anytime soon and that might have merited a little talk, but what do I know? I'm just her mother.
Victory Ford: Okay look, so he might have been a little too old for her, but nothing bad happened, and it was really good for her self-esteem, so what's the harm?
Wendy Healy: Maddie doesn't have a problem with self-esteem.
Victory Ford: Uh... yeah, she kind of does. I've been helping her with it. You've been so self-involved with your personal life to even see the problem, even when it's right in front of you.
Wendy Healy: All right, Cool Aunt. You should stop there and back off. Raising Maddie is my job. If she has a problem with having low self-esteem, I'll talk to her about it.
Victory Ford: I don't think that's a good idea. Confronting her could only make it worse. Did it ever occur to you that you are part of the reason why Maddie doesn't feel totally good about herself?
Wendy Healy: What?
Victory Ford: Come on. Look at yourself. You're... eight-feet tall. You're gorgeous. People what to get to know you the minute you walk into a room. The five-foot tall, unattractive Maddie can't compete with that. I mean, try having that as a mom. Imagine your own mother getting all the attention and leaving you in her shadow.
Wendy Healy: You don't know what you're talking about.
Victory Ford: [sarcastic tone] Okay, yeah you're right. I'm not married. I don't have children. I don't know anything about life or love or feeling insecure. How could I possible know what I'm talking about?