Gloria: That was so nice, Cam.
Cameron: Oh, thanks. You look better. And your fever's gone.
Gloria: I don't know what you put in my abuela's potion, but it took care of the fever faster than ever. Look! It even made my teeth whiter, huh?
Cameron: Oh! Wow. Look at that. Here I was beating myself up because I couldn't be alone, and... one could argue that everybody in this house is a little better off because of it.
Gloria: Well, I lost a dress and the house smells like smoke, so I wouldn't be high-fiving myself that much.