Blanche: Well, you have filled out a little bit. But I don't want you to be upset, Becky. We can fix it. I'm gonna put you on a diet.
Rebecca: Mama, I don't want help. I'm happy just the way I am.
Blanche: Happy, baby? Look at yourself. How could you be happy?
Rebecca: You're the one that's not happy, Mama. You're doin' it again. You're tellin' me how to live.
Blanche: What do you mean?
Rebecca: Nothing's ever enough for you. It wasn't enough that I was pretty, I had to be the prettiest. Or that I was popular, I had to be the most popular. Or that I was bright, I had to be the brightest.
Blanche: That didn't mean you had to run out and become the fattest.