(Did your brain immediately go to Vivian? Mia's father wasn't necessarily a teenager, right? Is that too gross? Am I betraying myself as too gross for even going there?)
Robert: "No! Find a better way!"
Julian: "We're already pretending that drug trials don't exist. Now you're saying we pretend the FDA doesn't exist?"
Robert: "I can't help but think Edward is the better son today. Look at your brother. No matter how many people he rapes and kills, he still faces the world every single day. Think about that. Learn to deal with adversity."
Sofia: "Oh Hunter, just try it. It's goose liver, there's nothing more delicious."
Tater Tots: "Gross! Don't they like, lock the goose in a box and force-feed it?"
Sofia: "Very little of value in the world happens because an angel kisses a unicorn. Get used to that, young lady."
Whatever does happen from that, though, sounds very valuable indeed.
Joanna: "Hey, Samantha! How about that bottle of wine?"
Samantha: "Oh no. I am not talking to you anymore. What would be the point? I got nothing to vent about. My marriage couldn't be less crumbly, frankly."
Joanna: "Is he beating you? Is that what this is about?"
Samantha: "...Gonna say no? I mean, not like how you mean it. Not him. He's creepy, but not in that way."
Joanna: "Because you seemed pretty adamant about wanting to leave yesterday."
Samantha: "You know why they call me Crazy Samantha, right? It's because I am a crazy. This is one example. Don't sweat it."
MIA & RANDO
Mia: "Hey, what's up? Whatcha doing?"
Rando: "Thinking about you."
Agreed. Bleep-bloop. Anyway, Mia sets up a thing that happens in a minute having to do with her love of taking photographs -- making Moments, if you will -- and they agree to another date. But of course the second he hangs up, Rando hands Crusty a wad of cash and Crusty assures him he's always ready to get beat up for money, because what, he's going to work for a living? Not with those face tattoos on his face he's not. But Rando knows his Crusty-beating days are over. Whatever he wants with Mia, he's now got free access to it. As long as that motorcycle keeps runnin', as long as the alternative youths from any old central-casting decade are available to mosh or dougie, old Mia's on the hook.