Vivian: Ash, honey, a quick tip. When that little round yellow fuzzy thing comes at you, take a swipe at it.
Ashley: I'm sorry, Mom. I guess I couldn't hear it coming. Your outfit was too loud.
Philip: Ladies, ladies, whatever happened to teamwork?
Vivian: Ashley, you're my daughter and I love you.
Philip: That's better.
Vivian: But if you double fault one more time, I am going to put you up for adoption.
Ashley: Great, maybe then I'll wind up with a mother who can hit a decent backhand.
Vivian: I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
Ashley: Well, let me say it louder then.