- Carol Foster Lambert: [Knocks on the door and when the door opens, she sees Dana who closes the door in panic, she knocks again] OK, open up!
- Traci: Hello? Oh, hi, Mrs. Foster.
- Carol Foster Lambert: OK, where is Dana?
- Traci: Uh, Dana? Dana's not here. We told you she's sleeping over at my house with me and so am I. Excuse me. Gotta go.
- Carol Foster Lambert: [as Traci is about to leave] I will be speaking with your mother later.
- Traci: [as she leaves] I had a feeling.
- Carol Foster Lambert: [goes inside] Anybody else's mother I should speak to?
- [All the guests leave]
- Frank Lambert: Are you still upset about Dana?
- Carol Foster Lambert: Oh no, I'm fine. Just because 17 years ago tonight at exactly 10:47 after almost 14 hours of excruciating labor, I brought a child into this world who now doesn't even want me to have a little piece of cake and ice cream with her, why should I be upset?
- Dana Foster: [after hearing a knock on the door] Oh my god. It's my mom. Quick, everybody under the bed.
- Traci: Dana, relax. It's not your mother. I'm sure it's just the pizzas.