Sofia: "The important thing is that you are in huge trouble. You can't stay at your cool alcoholic uncle/brother's house. You can't date Motorcycle. Everything will suck for you!"
Mia: "Well, that's as simple as me telling you to fuck off."
Sofia: "Oh, is it?"

Apparently not, because Mia is now under house arrest even though she's the only person in the entire house. So I guess probably she should throw a huge party. If you can't take your bullshit on the road, start at home where you can do the most damage. I think that's in a poem by William Butler Yeats.

SOME GROSS PLACE SOMEWHERE

Haverstock: "Sofia Bowers! How nice to see you at this gross place. May I introduce you to a prostitute?"
Sofia: "Bounce your ass, whore."
Haverstock: "Nice. Now, what can I do for you? You sounded nuts on the phone. Is it about Mia?"
Sofia: "[Goes nuts some more.]"

Sofia: "Actually it's about my partner in spree murder, Wyatt Scott."
Haverstock, verbatim: "What it is, to be two young rednecks in love. I remember when you first got to the Big City, you were so hot! And then we fucked and it was great, because you were also crazy. Crazy girls fuck like normal girls, but they don't enjoy it at all, so you get to drive. That's why I like hookers so much. And children."
Sofia: "A cry for help sounds different from an orgasm. Also PS you are the worst."
Haverstock: "That's my brand. Whereas you are constantly reinventing yourself."
Sofia: "Can I just say that my marriage is not a sham? I actually do love Robert."
Haverstock: "That is really sweet. Are you enjoying that vodka you're drinking straight out of the bottle?"
Sofia: "Look, I can't be having Wyatt out of jail. Fix it."
Haverstock, sweetly: "Okay."
Sofia: "Really?"
Haverstock: "Yeah, I'm one of the most honest and least malicious people on this show."
Sofia: "But I'm guessing you'll want a favor in return."
Haverstock: "Um, blowing up a person's parole who shouldn't even be in jail in the first place? Yeah, that's a chip I might call in."

IMMEDIATELY THEREAFTER

Sofia, she look rough. Splayed out on a divan in the sitting room with a tall glass of whiskey and mascara literally running down her face, like Alice Cooper. It's awesome. Sofia has just gone right round. Like a record, baby.