Sue: [o.s.] Ugh! This one is ugly, too! Why didn't you ever tell me I look awful in pink?!
Frankie: Sue, you look beautiful in pink! Just let me see.
Sue: [o.s.] No! Stay out!
Frankie: How am I supposed to help you if you won't even let me see? [looks under the door] What are you talking about?! That suit's adorable on you!
Sue: [o.s.] You're just saying that because you're my mom! You just don't get it!
Frankie: Okay, stop right there. I don't get it? Um, I may not get a lot of things, but I get this. Women all over the world get this. Sorry to break it to you, but trying on swimsuits is a depressing, soul-killing rite of passage for all women. There are even entire comic strips devoted to it. What do you think Cathy has been acking about all these years? I don't even put on a swimsuit without at least two margaritas in me, so you just be happy that you're a cute 14-year-old looking for her first bikini, instead of a woman who's had three kids throwing away a mortgage payment on some miracle suit made with NASA Teflon material that shaves off 10 pounds, when all it really does is push it all out your back, so I get it, Sue. I get it. You hate your body. Well, congratulations. Today you are a woman.
Saleswoman: Knock, knock. How's it going in there? [Sue opens the dressing room door] Oh. That's adorable on you! You look good in pink.
Sue: [o.s.] Really?