Frankie: Oh, Janet, don't cry. I didn't mean it. I-I've been stressed out. I-I was so mean. I'm a mean, mean sister.
Janet: Yes, you are.
Frankie: Look, it's just that I'm so tired, and I have this test coming up, and I'm scared I'm going to fail. And then you show up, and everything's all great for you. Look, I know my life's a mess, and you're just trying to help, but I feel like you're judging me, and you're right-
Janet: Oh, my God, I'm not judging you. You're the one who's got it all together.
Frankie: What? You've just spent a week in this war zone. How can you say that?
Janet: You honestly think your life's a mess? My life's a mess. I'm a horrible mother. Lucy's out of control. It doesn't matter what I say to her. She screams at me. She throws her toys. She's turning out bad, Frankie. Really, really bad.
Frankie: What?
Janet: See this? [Frankie gasps] This was me asking her if she wanted to take a bath.
Frankie: Did you have that looked at?
Janet: She's a nightmare. The only break I get is when she holds her breath and passes out. We sent her away, Frankie. Shipped her off to a fix-it camp. Camp Tantrum. They call it Camp Tant-a-Rum, but we all know what it is. Lucy's gonna be so pissed when she gets home. I'm scared, Frankie. I'm so scared.