Erica: Mom, this isn't high school. There's no way to fix this.
Beverly: Trust me, Mama can fix anything.
Erica: I don't even have books or a meal plan anymore. I cashed it all in to fund our band's demo.
Beverly: Mama can fix that.
Erica: But I don't even have a room next year.
Beverly: Mama can fix that.
Erica: I skipped the housing lotto for a gig in New York.
Beverly: [quietly] Mama can fix it.
Erica: I also skipped finals, which isn't ideal because I'm already on academic probation, which means I'm more failing out than dropping out.
Beverly: Mama can fix-
Erica: I also never wear flip-flops in the shower, so my feet are not good.
Beverly: Oh, for [bleep] sake, Erica!