Erica: Mom, it's just a stupid college essay. Why make this the biggest deal in the world?
Beverly: That essay was the only proof I had that you still want me as your mom.
Erica: Come on. That's not true.
Beverly: Every day, you roll your eyes at me and you tell me I ruin your life. And I know you're a teenager, and that's how it goes, but it hurts. And then I read this essay. And it was just nice to be reminded that you still think nice things about me sometimes.
Erica: Look, even though you have real impulse-control problems, and you threw me down on a sheet of ice, you shouldn't need some essay to know that you really are my (quietly) hero.
Beverly: What was that?
Erica: You're my stupid hero, okay? I know I don't say it, but I would be lucky to grow up to be as strong and confident and passionate as you are.