Mateo: Emma is the spitting image of you by the way.
Amy: Oh, I know. I'm trying not to cry.
Mateo: Yesterday she was this little girl in pigtails running around the house, and now she's this smart, confident, beautiful young woman. You must be so proud.
Amy: I am.
Cheyenne: And pretty soon, you're gonna be at her graduation and then her wedding, then her funeral.
Amy: What?
Cheyenne: I mean, you know, someday. Not now. She's not gonna live forever. Hopefully you'll die first.
Amy: Okay. I'm gonna go, um, mingle with some other- Over there.
Mateo: She didn't mean it.
Cheyenne: Wow, she is a robot.