Vivian: Philip. Hilary, honey, what your father's trying to say is... you don't live here anymore, honey.
Hilary: [sobs] But this is all so sudden. I mean, like, if I'd only had some kind of warning or something. [sobs to no effect] Hello, is this on? Where do you expect me to go? I don't have anything saved.
Vivian: Honey, we'll pay first and last month's rent.
Hilary: What about the months in between?
Philip: Get a job.
Hilary: Again? What a week. First, those damn nuns, now this.