George: You're not going out tonight.
Carmen: I get it, it's too soon. I'll just go to bed, but I want you to know things aren't the same. I partied with Chingy and I shared a sandwich with a homeless guy, I've done it all. So no more curfews, no more rules, I'm an adult. And tomorrow night I'm going out.
George: (to Angie) She's right, things aren't the same, they're worse.