- Taylor: Marj? Can I ask you a question?
- Mystic Marj: Fire it away, Taylor.
- Taylor: What do *your* clothes say about you?
- Mystic Marj: I'm at the lower end of the economic spectrum? Why do you ask?
- Taylor: Well, you read tea leaves. So, don't people expect you to dress in a certain way?
- [Taylor imagines Saint Joan of Ark in her room after having kicked out her parents and sister]
- Saint Joan: Psst. Were they the English army?
- Taylor Fry: No. Worse. My family. You thought you had problems.
- Saint Joan: What's your name?
- Taylor Fry: Taylor.
- Saint Joan: Taylor who?
- Taylor Fry: Taylor Fry.
- Saint Joan: Taylor Fry?
- Taylor Fry: I know. Sounds like a... fish dish?
- Glenda Fry: Year six disco is a rite of passage. I remember mine. I wore purple flares.
- [Taylor and Layla glare at each other in disbelief]
- Glenda Fry: You could almost wear the same thing now. It's a pity I don't still have 'em.
- Taylor: Yeah, bummer!
- Layla: You could probably find a pair in the museum.
- Taylor: Doesn't matter anyway. I'm not going, remember?
- Glenda Fry: Come on.
- [thinking]
- Glenda Fry: I'll take you shopping. It's a special mother-daughter moment, shopping for your first dance.
- Taylor: No way.
- Glenda Fry: Come on, Taylor, you know you want to.
- Layla: [sarcastically] Yeah, Taylor, you know you want to.
- Taylor: No. Not a chance. Not ever. I'm not going to the disco, I'm not going shopping with you, no way, not a chance, never!
- [Cut to Taylor and Glenda at the shopping mall]