Stevie: My great aunt worked at the motel. Front desk.
David: You never told me that.
Stevie: Yep. So I just need to take up palm reading, get a few cats, move to Saskatchewan.
David: Well, a girl could dream. You are not your aunt! From what I've heard, I wouldn't be friends with her, and I'm friends with you, so that's one major difference. She made her decisions. And you're going to make yours, and they are going to be different. And they are going to be great. And if they're not, I'll be sure to scatter your ashes in a much nicer parking lot.