Beverly: Oh, I can't leave now. It's dark outside.
Erica: So?
Beverly: So, I have horrible night vision and can't get behind the wheel.
Erica: You have a perfectly good bed back at your motel. You need to get in the car and go.
Beverly: And miss a turn and hit a semi and flip the car and end up pinned under the steering wheel while the station wagon burns around me? Is that what you want for your mother?