« fight before they can read, write or play an instrument. Do you understand now?"

"Get over yourself, girlie. Even if the world isn't perfect, I can make my own perfect world."

She wanders gracefully onto the TL. "Good evening my dears."

"I think I holiday back to Cobourg would be a splendid idea,"

"Quite a chill this evening."

"I'll just burn a pile of money and keep myself warm then."

"Oh it's that Cormac girl. Charlotte, was it?"

"I have nothing more to say to you, Charles."

"Charlotte, Chloe. Same shite, different smell."

"I don't have to be, but I always am."

"Charlene, vulgarity isn't a viable substitute for wit. Although I don't expect you to understand."

"Don't speak for me, Carol. You don't know me. I know how rough it is out there, don't worry."

« struggle while doing nothing to get out of it."

« I loved and took care of them their entire lives. They were short of nothing."

"I want to hear that come from Charles. Yes, we aren't on the best terms at the moment, but I've always been the best mother to him."

"Clara, you aren't Charles' lawyer, don't talk for him."

"Charles, is what she's saying true?"