Rochelle: You know, I think you're setting a bad example for her. Maybe you need to grow up.
Alyson: What are you talking about?
Rochelle: I mean, look at yourself, Allison. You running around here looking like Salt-N-Pepa while your daughter's running the streets and we out looking for Mr. Goodbar.
Alyson: Look, you don't know me, okay? You don't know nothing about me.
Rochelle: You know what? You right. Maybe I'm the one who's crazy. I need to be more like you, you know? Gritty! Living on the edge! You know? Crazy, sexy, cool! Funky, fresh! You know what? To hell with these nappy-headed kids, girl. Let's go out and spray paint a wall. Let's buy a knife and trade it for a gun. Matter of fact, let's sell some blood, girl. What you, A-positive or O? You know what? Maybe we should get pregnant again. Let's have another...
Alyson: Or maybe you should just mind your own business.