Other Erica: It's like you don't know how to pick up after yourself or make a bed for yourself or feed yourself.
Erica: What? I prefer to eat out because I don't know how to cook ramen or boil a cow or whatever.
Other Erica: Look, we're friends and stuff, but if you don't learn how to take care of yourself, I'll talk to the RA and get you evicted or whatever.
Erica: You can't do that.
Other Erica: Oh, I can. Get it together, or you'll be living in the mature-students dorm.
Erica: I can't live with moms who are going back to school to get their lives on track.
Other Erica: You either learn fast, or your new roomie will be a divorce who takes pottery classes and listens to Yanni.
Erica: Not Yanni!
Other Erica: Yanni.