Mom: "Well, I just believe in telling the truth. Well, really what I believe in is talking a lot about telling the truth, and then staring creepily at Sutton here in complete silence."
Emma: "Word. And then I like to say something about how parents should always be honest, and I stare right back at her."
Mom: "And then we both think about adoption stuff."
Emma: "It's like a game for us. A Momming Game."
Char: "Mmkay, well, I'm going to lie to my alcoholic mother. Her whole life is a lie. Her life is like a Lying Game."
Emma: "I think that you -- meaning my mom -- should tell the truth because if you don't, your mom -- meaning me -- is going to rain hell on you. Meaning my mom."
Mom: Stares at Emma in complete silence.
Emma: Stares right back at her.
Char's Mom: "Jesus I'm drunk. Here are some ballet shoes."
Char: "Okay, well, I got kicked off of Ballet forever!"
Char's Mom: "That makes you worthless. Which makes me worthless. I am going to abuse you so hard right now."
Char: "Go for it!"
Char's Mom: "I wish you were dead."
Char: "Me too! That's so funny!"
Emma: "Char's Mom, I am Sutton Mercer. Stop abusing your daughter, she is my friend. Her name is Char."
Char's Mom: "The fuck?"
Emma: "Seriously, your daughter tries really hard. It's pathetic how hard she tries. It's why we love her."
Char's Mom: "Sutton, you suck. I'm going to go drink more. Char, come in here so I can use you as a coffee table."
Char: "Later dudes! Fun hang!"
Mads: "You are acting really out of character."
Emma: "You said that. You always say that. Every scene."
Mads: "No, this time I mean it... And I LOVE IT. Keep mouthing off to parents. All the parents on this show are bullshit, man. They need you up their asses. At least until you get your shit together and start acting like Sutton again."
Emma: "Being Sutton is such a Lying Game. In some ways it's really hard, but in other ways I'm kind of like a superhero. Turns out being a hot teenager means you can get away with anything -- why not do awesome things with that?"
Dad: "Sutton, are you ready for our dance thing?"
Emma: "As long as Laurel doesn't come!"
Laurel: "Totally coming, bro."
Emma: "As long as Laurel can come!"
Dad: "Okay, I'm going to go play golf with Adrian Pasdar first. That is not a metaphor."