Mrs. Green: Oh, honey I am sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. What- What can I do? Do you want me to make those little marshmallow treats you used to like? I can call up Carmel and find out how.
Rachel: Mom, I just don’t understand. I thought you were happy.
Mrs. Green: Yeah. Well, so did I. But- But you know how sometimes you’re driving on the highway and you get home and you can’t actually remember having driven there.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Mrs. Green: That’s what my life has kind of been like.
Rachel: Uh, but couldn’t you have listened to the radio more?
Mrs. Green: I wish it were that easy. But then I see you here and I keep thinking ‘Why can’t I have this? I want adventures, I want to hang out, I want a Chandler”
Rachel: Mom! Mom. Mom, believe me Chandler is no reason to leave daddy! I mean, you think this looks like I am having a lot of fun but it’s really hard, really hard. I've got this lousy job. I barely know if I am going to make rent, and forget about buying stuff.
Mrs. Green: Oh honey, you don’t understand. I’d be doing what you are doing, but with money. It’s very different.