Rebecca: Uh, Kelly? Kelly, is your, is your dad seeing anyone special?
Kelly: No, and I wish he were. Since the divorce, he just mopes around the house. I sure wish he'd meet someone wonderful.
Rebecca: Oh, so do l. For you, I mean. You know, Kelly, isn't it rough on you, not having a mother around? [combs Kelly's hair] I mean, you don't even have a stepmother. Somebody to chat with, and to share things with, and to confide and tell all your special little secrets to.
Kelly: Boy, I'll say. Like there's this thing Woody does when we make love. Now tell me if you think this is normal...
Rebecca: Let's just save it. Let- Let- I think your soup's getting cold. Come on, honey. Go on upstairs. Bye-bye.