Maggie: Why were you gone long enough for them to unlock a drawer or a closet or whatever and pull out a gun and shoot it? It was your job to keep them safe. It was literally your job.
Stacy the babysitter: And I was doing my job. The boys aren't babies, they're eight. They go off, and they play together. I don't have to watch over them every single second. They're good boys. I should be able to go to the bathroom, or, or warm up some mac 'n cheese without them shooting each other!