Debra: No more crap. We stand up, we confront.
Amy: I'm not afraid to confront.
Robert: My life was supposed to get better.
Debra: That's good. Now with these thank-you notes, here's what we do. You wait a month, two months.
Amy: Really? You think?
Debra: Oh, any sooner, and Marie wins. You set the timetable. That is key. And another thing, if she comes over to your house and starts snooping around your refrigerator, you pull her the hell out of there.
Amy: Right, because it's my refrigerator.
Debra: Yes! You see, this is so great because you can nip this in the bud, and I am going to be right behind you.
Amy: We can help each other.
Robert: I'm having chest pains.