Naomi: Teri Hughes' mother came in today. Violet: Why? Naomi: We have Teri and Mark's embryos in our freezer and she wants them implanted ... in her. I don't know what to do. Violet: I do. Say no. Naomi: Well, I know there are issues with her carrying her own grandchild, and her age, but Sharon seems to- Violet: I'm not interested in Sharon's reasons. Teri was my patient. I'm interested in what she'd think. And she would never ever want this. Naomi: But how can you be so sure? Violet: Teri hated her mother. Giving that woman another child, Teri's child, would have been her worst nightmare.
Charlotte: My mom always says God doesn't give with both hands. You're young, beautiful, brilliant. There has to be something you can't have. Amelia: Some days I'd give that all up. Charlotte: That's just the craving talking. The longer you go without a drink... Amelia: I drank at your wedding. I thought it was ginger ale. I spit it out. Charlotte: OK, since then? Amelia: Nothing, but I can't stop thinking about it. Charlotte: It was an accident. Don't let a slip turn into a fall. Get your butt to a meeting.