Rebecca: What else did she say? What else?
Sam: Uh, let me think, let me think. All right, something about a sleep over. No, no, I know. Slumber party. Yeah, slumber party.
Rebecca: A slumber party?
Sam: Right.
Rebecca: Well, that's it. Why don't we just throw the woman a slumber party, and that'll cheer her up.
Lilith: Now, recreating a ritual of youth is often just the thing to get someone out of depression centered on a fear of aging. I find it also helps to listen to heavy doses of Credence Clearwater Revival.

Sam: Hey, so they're gonna have a baby. They'll, they'll find their way through it.
Carla: You don't understand. My life is over. I'm going to be a grandmother. I mean, I might as well wrap myself up in a black babushka, get fat and grow hairs out of my moles.
Sam: Oh, come on. [laughs] You're exaggerating.
Carla: Do I have to get out the family album?

Carla: Oh, God, this is terrible. Look at my life. I never had a childhood. I married Nick when I was 15. Never got to go to the prom or homecoming, to a slumber party, to Fort Lauderdale on Spring Break. Or on one lousy date with Fabian. Now I don't even get a middle age. Go straight from grade school to Granny.
Eddie LeBec: I don't know what to say, Carla.
Carla: Just don't say anything, okay? There's nothing anybody can say that's gonna change anything, so just don't say anything.
Sam: Yeah, but, Carla-
Carla: Sam, I said don't say anything. Weren't you listening to me?
Sam: Yes, Carla-
Carla: I said don't say anything! Nobody listens to me.
Eddie LeBec: I listen to-
Carla: Shut up, shut up, shut up! Just stay away and leave me alone! I'm going to my room, wait for the angel of death.