Sue: What? Mom? That is, like, 20 girls. We're definitely out of the window now. I was so sure that I was meant to see Justin Bieber and have a deeply religious experience, and now my dream is lost.
Frankie: This is ridiculous. I'm not gonna let this happen. Sue? Come with me.
Sue: Wait, w-w-wait. W-what? Where are we going? We're gonna lose our place in line.
Frankie: I'll tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna cut.
Sue: What? Mom? No. We cannot cut. That is so wrong.
Frankie: Don't think of it as cutting. Think of it as reclaiming the spot that is rightfully ours.
Sue: But...
Frankie: Sue, you gotta be cool.
Sue: Unh-unh. That's the thing the bad kid says in the drug movies when he's trying to get you to drink drugs.
Frankie: Listen, do you want this or not?
Sue: Oh, God. Why are my teen years so full of hard choices?