Sue: You know, Dad, I'm not surprised you wanted to drive together so you could talk to me alone.
Mike: What are you talking about? I had to stop at work first, and you said you wanted to come with me.
Sue: I get it. I've been out of control. I'm sure you're very disappointed in my behavior.
Mike: Well, you've been sort of annoying with that scrapbook.
Sue: No, it's good you're intervening now, 'cause I am at a crucial point in my life where I could go either way. I mean, I stopped taking my multivitamins, so I don't know where that's gonna lead. Yep. Probably got a lot of attention headed my way, and not the good kind. [Mike turns the radio onto a sports game] I've done some bad things, dad. Bad things. Yesterday I was at a health fair, and there was a booth with a basket of chapstick, and I took one. Maybe they weren't even free. I don't know. They could've been for sale, and I just shoplifted. Whatevs. Oh, God. [vomits out the window]