[flashback to March 2008:]
Kelly: Okay, this is ridiculous. You've been sitting around for two years. It's time to get back out there.
The Mother: I have not been sitting around. I've been hard at work. I think I'm about to enter my robots-doing-track-and-field-events period. It's a very exciting time.
Kelly: Sweetie, I love you, and I can't imagine what it was like going through what you went through, but these are your 20s. It's Saint Patrick's Day, the holiday of my people.
The Mother: You're not Irish.
Kelly: Binge drinkers. Now, let's go.
The Mother: No, please don't make me go out there. It's gonna rain.
Kelly: Bring your umbrella.