Whitney: Did everyone make it? Helen: I think so. Whitney: No one canceled last minute, right? I'm worried they might. Colin's friends are such flakes. I just, I don't want there to be any empty seats. Helen: You have to ask your father? Whitney: Why? Helen: Because he was keeping the guest list. Whitney: Mom, I asked you to take care of that. I thought you did. Helen: Yes, I know, but he sent out the invitations and it just seemed much simpler. And Whitney, does it really matter? I mean, come on. Whitney: It matters to me.
Whitney: Okay, seriously. You dropped it? What the fuck is wrong with you? Helen: I didn't mean to, it's just that you turned so quickly. Whitney: Jesus Helen. Why are you even here? Helen: I thought you might need my help. Whitney: Oh my god. Do not make this about you right now. I do not have time for that today. Helen: Where did you learn to be so hard on people, Whitney? [Whitney laughs and looks at her mother.] Helen: Why am I here? If I bother you that much, why am I here? Why didn't you just disinvite me like you did your dad? Whitney: Optics. Think about it, it would have looked terrible. [Helen walks off and returns.] Helen: I do not want to have the same relationship with you as I do my own mother, but I don't know how to avoid it right now. Whitney: You could try listening to me for a change. That would be a fun start. Helen: I do. Whitney: No, you don't, you listen to what you want to hear and that's not the same thing. Helen: I don't understand what you mean. Whitney: Oh, okay. Ask me a question. One that you don't think that you already know the answer to. Helen: Are you in love?