Lindsay: God. This is from Camp Kiss-A-Me-Mommy?
Lucille: Just read the copy. You're getting paid for this.
Lindsay: No. You know what? The money is not important to me. My shaman said...
Lucille: Oh, don't give me that mystical nonsense. You think you're better than I am, but you're a lot more like me than you think you are. Now, let's take it from, "I hope she gives me bubble baths forever." And I want to smell the suds.