It’s too early. Go back to sleep.
Stand up. Come on, stand up.
Walk to Mommy.
You’re too old for diapers. Big girls use the potty.
Say, “Thank you.”
It’s 8:00. Time to go to this school.
Wear these skirts. They’re just like Mommy’s.
Who wears that anymore? Micros are in.
Didn’t I tell you to wear your new skirts? Why can’t you be grateful?
You dress like an old woman. What are you, a conformist?
Stand up for yourself.
Do you really want to graduate a virgin?
Turn your essays in Friday.
Fold this laundry.
Love this man.
A part-time job never hurt anybody. Just ‘till my unemployment kicks in.
Can you pick up beer?
Can’t you get out of bed without making so much noise?
Is there anything that doesn’t make you nauseous?
Fill out these. Sign here.
It’s not like I asked for a kid. Maybe in a few years, but not now, right?
Make sure you take these twice a day.
Where are you going?
Breathe like this.
Why don’t you return my calls?
Why don’t you return your mother’s calls? She’s scared witless for you.
Would you like to hold him?
Are you alright, ma’am? I was asking if you’d like to hold him.
“It’s a boy?”
Yes. Would you like to hold him? I swear, he’s all cleaned up.
“…Yes, I think I would.”
Some people are waiting outside. Should I let them in?
“No. Let them wait a while longer. I have some stuff to figure out.”