Lucy: Aunt Blanche, I'm a grown woman. I can live my life any way I want to.
Blanche: Oh, I know that. I just don't think this is the way you really want to live it.
Lucy: Is it my fault men find me attractive?
Blanche: No, honey. What they find you is available, and that's no compliment.
Lucy: I find this very strange coming from you, Aunt Blanche, 'cause from the stories I've heard, you're not exactly a saint.
Blanche: No, you're right. I do enjoy the company of gentlemen. Always have. But I can promise you one thing, Lucy, when I'm with a man, it's 'cause I like him, not 'cause I want him to like me.
Lucy: Well, what's wrong with wanting to be liked? Aunt Blanche, do you remember what I looked like as a kid?
Blanche: Oh, yes, I do. You were a beautiful child.
Lucy: I was not. I was short and fat with braces and acne. And I used to think to myself, "Oh, I would give anything to be just like my Aunt Blanche, to be pretty and popular with lots of friends." And then when I turned 16, it seemed like everything changed overnight.I shot up and out, the braces came off and finally, the boys started to notice me. And it was nice to be noticed, to be liked.
Blanche: Oh, baby. Honey, you've been trying so hard to get everybody to like you that you never got around to liking yourself. And if you don't like yourself, you can't respect yourself, and if you can't respect yourself, neither can anybody else.