Naomi: Janine. Have you seen your room?
Janine: Uh, no, mam.
Naomi: Well, I can have a Martha show you.
Janine: OK.
Naomi: Or I could show you. I feel so hopeful, don't you? And honestly, it will just be nice to have a friendly face in the house, OfJoseph.
Janine: That's not my name.
Naomi: Pardon?
Janine: We're not friends. Do you really think that we're friends? I think that you're one of the worst people I have ever known. I am not your friend. I hate you, Naomi. How could you not know that?