Erica: I have a plan. When it comes to swearing, we have self-control. Lucky for us, our mom does not.
Adam: Oh, my God. You're gonna use the swear jar to scam Mom.
Erica: I ran the numbers. We need 723 big swear words. If we can up Mom's swear rate to twice an hour and nail her on some "hells" and "damn its" in between, we're gonna be slurping on strawberry daiquiris in the Bahamas in 13 days.