Beverly: Would you like to hold your daughter?
Geoff: That's okay. Seems like you got it.
Beverly: Oh, I do got it, but I realized I was a tad, teensy-weensy... insanely overzealous with my grandmothering.
Geoff: Well, maybe it's for the best 'cause it's pretty clear I have no idea what I'm doing.
Beverly: I see. Um, well, I'll tell you a secret. There was a time in my life where I didn't know what I was doing either.
Geoff: Really?
Beverly: Sure. I mean, now I'm calm and poised and effortlessly beautiful, but when Erica was a baby, I was a mess.
Erica: And look how amazing I turned out.
Geoff: Well, certainly neither of you suffer from self-esteem issues. But what if I screw up?
Beverly: Oh, you will. A lot. And it'll be okay. Muriel is the luckiest baby in the world to have you two as parents. She'll teach you everything you need to know. And I'm here if you need me. But this weekend is yours.