We all carry something with us. Of course, it's nice if we travel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually, it's easier to just drop what we've been carrying, so we can get home that much sooner... Assuming, of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive. Why do we clutch at this baggage, even when we're desperate to move on? Because we all know there's a chance... We might let go too soon.
Edie: Julie, sweetie. You're a good girl. Do yourself a favor and stay away from my nephew. Julie: Trust me, I have no interest in swaggering, muscle-bound juvenile delinquents. Edie: Honey, that's what every good girl says, just before she becomes a bad girl. Trust me, I know.