Cheyenne: I don't want to do a Green Day party.
Brandi: I thought I asked you to mind your own business.
Amy: This is all Cheyenne, I'm just here for support.
Cheyenne: But she agrees with me, okay? Green Day is dumb. And you know what? I'm not going to college.
Amy: What? Huh? No, we didn't talk about that.
Brandi: Cheyenne, you're going to college.
Cheyenne: No, I'm not. Just 'cause you're my mom doesn't mean that you get to tell me what to do. Right, Amy?
Amy: Um, I mean, in general, that seems true...
Cheyenne: See? She agrees. I'm an adult, and I make my own decisions. And so, I'm gonna buy a motorcycle, or, I don't know, a monkey, maybe both.
Amy: Um, could we just quickly go back to the college thing...
Cheyenne: You don't get to tell me what to eat, either! So if I want to eat peyote, I am gonna eat all the peyote I want. And I'm getting a full-sized back tattoo of the raccoon from Guardians of the Galaxy, okay? 'Cause I love that movie, and...