Mitchell: [on the phone] No. Someone's counting on you. This is about you and dad and how you just love being his toughy-tough little supergirl who never stays home sick, won a tennis tournament with a broken finger that she couldn't even hold up.
Claire: I'm holding it up now.
Mitchell: Daddy's approval is not the medicine that you need. Why don't you just call him and tell him that you can't take the meeting, old toughy-tough-super-tough?
Claire: Why are you trying to turn this into a fight? I called to yell at you for getting me sick. Love you. Bye.
Mitchell: I love you, too.