Adele: You never were a small-town girl.
Ann: Thanks for knowing that, Mom.
Adele: When you were four years old your father left you in the middle of the night.
Ann: So what! You left my stepfather in the middle of the afternoon.
Ann: This is like being kidnapped, you don't understand that do you?
Adele: I wish someone had kidnapped me when I was your age.
Ann: So do I.
Ann: You don't have a job in the Los Angeles school district.
Adele: I have an interview, and a great outfit.
Peter: I wrote some songs! You want to hear one?
Ann: Not now, Peter.
Peter: You want to feel my pulse? It's beating really fast.
Ann: He said not to ever do that to me again. He said that if you do he'll have you taken off to prison and locked up and you'll never ever see me again, and you'll have to eat ice-cream on your own.
Adele: You went too far with the ice cream business. He did not say that.
Ann: Yes, he did.
Adele: No, he did not.
Ann: And he wants to adopt me. He finds me very attractive.
Adele: ...Thank you Ann, Thank you. And your fiance will be back here in 2 minutes to see if we moved the car.