"We're way past that, Mom." Quinn explains that Casa Reforma was really good for her, in retrospect. She met a man she loves -- a teacher, but he just as easily could have owned a Cheese Shoppe -- and now they just live. "Humbly, simply." She swears her life has purpose. OMG she's totally been radicalized by a Mexican political science grad student! THIS SHOW SO ROCKS! Celia starts to get woozy, from the "heat," and ignores what Quinn is laying down on her: "And I'm so glad that you came here, to see me. So that I could tell you that..."
(So that you would know that I'm happy being who I am, having survived the gauntlet of your parenthood and made myself a woman from my own recipe. That your amends not only mean nothing, but are unrequired. Thank you, for giving me the opportunity to raise myself. I think I've done a good job. Celia smiles, because it sounds so much like forgiveness.)
"...And tie you up, and lock you in a room, and keep you there until I sell your ass back into suburban slavery. You fucking bitch." Celia's last words, as her head in its amazing hat goes slamming into her plate on the table? "Fucking ... what ...?" Awesome. This is so awesome. It's like they've been reading my diary. This is the coolest thing I've ever seen on TV. "Tell Daddy Dean I want $200,000. And tell him to be quick with the cash, or we're gonna start sending him body parts." I cannot believe -- I mean literally cannot believe -- how much I've just come to love Quinn Hodes. The girl who did nothing interesting, ignored Silas on her last day in town, and then disappeared. I love how she's managed to combine the revolution of all children with actual South American danger revolution. I love how without Celia she's decided to become a woman on her own terms, and actually seems to have become even more frightening and awesome than her mother. How she's managed to become what her mother only wishes she could be.
"Revolution is a very sad affair," Rudolfo lectures, "But these tears are shed in the name of greater good." But if Quinn's become who I think she ... Oh, hell yes. That's my girl: