Jackie: Mom, there you are. How could you do that to Bob?
Pamela: Now, honey, Bob will be fine.
Jackie: No, he won't. Mom, Bob is a wonderful guy with a huge heart who only worries about what he could do for other people. And, yeah, okay, maybe he has an Afro. But sometimes goodness and Afros go together.
Pamela: But, Jackie, the other guy that I'm seeing is a Lincoln dealer.
Jackie: Oh, my God, Mom, really? Mom, we could be driving in matching pink... No, no. Mom, no. No. Okay, look, I know... I know that Bob might not be the smoothest or the classiest guy you've ever dated, but I've learned that doesn't mean he's a bad person.
Pamela: Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have sent you to public school.
Jackie: Mom, if you keep thinking this way, you'll always be running from one place to another looking for something better instead of just being happy with what you have. You know what? I guess you have a lot of thinking to do.
Pamela: You're right. Mas tequila, Hirohito.
Jackie: I said, "Thinking."