“They're gonna' keep chickening us, that's what they're gonna' do! They wanna' crack us up! ”

“I'm gonna fuck up. I'm gonna fuck up a lot, Pidge, but you have to forgive me.”

“I'll take care of my mother," he said grimly. "I love her, but she doesn't run my life.""Yeah, that's what we all say. You. Me. Lucy." She stabbed the stick into the dirt. "These are powerful women. They're sane, they're smart, they rule their worlds, and they love us ferociously. A potent combination that makes it touch to pretend they're normal mothers.”

“I'm gonna fuck it up, Pigeon. You're gonna get sick of my shit."I laughed. "I'm sick of your shit now. I still married you.”

“What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?”

“Henry, this isn't about us. I mean it is, but they don't define you by the button you wear. They define you by what you do, by what your actions say about you. And coming here, despite your parents, says a lot to them- and me. And they're Americans first. They don't see you as the enemy. They see you as a person.”

“It is not what we know that scares us, it is what we do not”