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Jim: Come on, Ruby. You're a good kid. I don't know why you're acting like this all of a sudden.
Ruby: Because lately, Mom won't let me do anything, and I'm not a little kid anymore.
Jim: Well, that's true. You lie like an adult, and you blackmail like the Russian mob.
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Jim: Knock it off. Sit down. Now, I know you backed my truck into Mom's van!
Ruby: I wanted to practice driving. You and Mom went for a walk, and the keys were just sitting there. Look, mistakes were made.
Jim: Yeah. I think having you might have been one of them.
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Ruby: Come on, Mom! It's just the mall! All the other kids are going.
Cheryl: But no parents are going. You're too young.
Ruby: Mom, I'm 14. In biblical times, 14-year-olds were mothers!
Cheryl: And that is exactly why you're not going.
Ruby: God, Mom, how can you be so uncool?
Cheryl: Years of practice.
Ruby: Yeah, a lot of years...
Cheryl: (about her body) You should hope you've got this going on when you're my age.
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Cheryl: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I am talking to you, young lady!
Ruby: I'm going to my room, Less Young Lady!