Joanna: Turtle! Oh my... Oh, well, you... you look like crap.
Jean: Joanna? Why are you here?
Joanna: Otis called me. Oh, my niece! Hi. When did you get so fŐ˝cking tall? shit. You got her? I need to learn to not swear as much.
Jean: You called my sister?
Otis: We need help. We'll talk about it later.