Are you in love?
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?