Beverly: Fine. I'll go. Right after brunch, and then we'll spend a few hours at the Smithsonian, and then to top it all off, you have to give mama all the kisses.
Erica: You can forget about getting all the kisses.
Beverly: Not even butterfly?
Erica: No!
Beverly: Surely, Eskimo kisses are still on the table.
Erica: You will never again experience the warm nose-love of our chilly, Native friends.
Beverly: That is literally the worst thing a daughter has ever said to a mother.