Erica: Hey, can we talk?
Beverly: I'm done talking and hoping and trying to make things better between us. I'm just done.
Erica: You're mad. I get it. All I do is complain about how lame you are when, really, I'm the lame one.
Beverly: Please. You don't really believe that.
Erica: No, I really do. You were able to look at me as something other than your little girl, but I couldn't see you as anything but my mom.
Beverly: You know, I'm proud to be your mom. So if this is the way it has to be, I can live with it.
Erica: Well, I can't. Truth is, you have way more to offer than I give you credit for.
Beverly: That is the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
Erica: What are gal pals for?