Erica: Oh, [bleep].
Ren: Ooh, are we randomly cursing? Ass!
Erica: No. It's Parents Weekend.
Ren: I know. I'm stoked. Gene and Rita are taking me somewhere fancy to eat.
Erica: Gene and Rita? That's so informal. It's like you consider them people.
Ren: Yeah, my mom's a kickass defense attorney. She puts bad people back on the street. And, uh, my dad owns a couple restaurants in the city.
Erica: Wow, we have so much in common. I mean, my mom could have been a lawyer, and my dad owns something he calls restaurant pants.