Donna: Jackie, just go see your mom. She chose you over golden sunsets, frozen margaritas... Man, why aren't we down there?
Jackie: Donna, you don't get her. Because you'll never understand the intoxicating quality of getting anything you want with your looks. Look, she's just here till she finds a new meal ticket.
Donna: [sighs] I don't believe that for a minute. I think she came back to be with you, not to find some lonely rich guy. Your mother is a lovely woman.
Bob: [enters] Donna, Pam and I are gonna catch a movie.
Pamela: It's my first American date in months. [both exit]
Donna: Your mother is a gold-digging tramp.