Phoebe: Hi, Ursula.
Ursula: Hey.
Phoebe: Okay, well, I know that we haven't talked in a long time. Okay, our mom is not our birth mom. This other lady is our birth mom.
Ursula: Right, okay, the one that lives in Montauk.
Phoebe: You know her?
Ursula: No. I read about her in Mom's suicide note.
Phoebe: There was a suicide note? Do you still have it?
Ursula: Hang on.
Phoebe: I can't believe you didn't tell me there was a suicide note.
Ursula: Yeah, so how have you been doing?
Phoebe: I've been- Shut up! "Goodbye, Phoebe and Ursula. I'll miss you. P.S. Your mom lives in Montauk." You just wrote this!
Ursula: Well, it's pretty much the gist. Except for the poem. You read the poem, right?
Phoebe: No.
Ursula: All right. Hang on.