Serafina: And to answer your next question, no, it wasn't planned.
Carla: Oh, Serafina I have been praying that this day wouldn't come, but I can't say I'm all that surprised. In fact, I have this little speech I've been carrying around in case it did happen. "Dear Serafina, soon you will be 14 and able to think for yourself."
Serafina: Mom. I'm 18.
Carla: That's right, you are. None of this applies. [scrunches up the paper]