Eleanor: It's okay. It's good. You're happy here. But you need to commit to this... which means getting rid of that stash of escape money. And I think you know what you have to do with it.
Donna: Send it to Gene Simmons?
Eleanor: What? No. Spend it on Patricia. Set up a college fund, buy her a crib... or a car. I truly don't know anything about kids, but this is your chance to break the chain of Shellstrop mother-daughter crappiness. You have a do-over. Use it.
Donna: Oh, baby. It seems like you've turned into a really good person, and you clearly didn't get that from me, so props to whoever helped you. [they hug]
Eleanor: Is there more cash in your bra?
Donna: Always. It's why I don't wash them.