Erica: Well, I guess you were right to come up here and check in on what an idiot I am.
Beverly: No. You were the only one taking care of things around here.
Erica: I was so worried at the party last night. And if that's even a fraction of what you feel for me then I'm sorry.
Beverly: Look, all I want is to know that you're okay. So how 'bout this? One call a night. All you have to say is, "Mama, I'm good."
Erica: That's it? Just three words?
Beverly: Honestly, that is all I need.
Erica: I think I can swing that.