Marie: What you said just now, I have to admit, it came as quite a shock.
Debra: To me too.
Marie: I mean to stand there in front of everyone and tell them you wished your own mother was more like me? That- That I'm the mother you wish you had? That is what you were trying to say, weren't you?
Debra: Well, I, maybe...
Marie: I mean after all these years to find out what you- What you really think of me. You know, you were a little rude, dear.
Debra: What?
Marie: You can't talk to your mother like that. No matter what she's done, she's still your mother.