Whitney: Did everyone make it?
Helen: I think so.
Whitney: No one canceled last minute, right? I'm worried they might. Colin's friends are such flakes. I just, I don't want there to be any empty seats.
Helen: You have to ask your father?
Whitney: Why?
Helen: Because he was keeping the guest list.
Whitney: Mom, I asked you to take care of that. I thought you did.
Helen: Yes, I know, but he sent out the invitations and it just seemed much simpler. And Whitney, does it really matter? I mean, come on.
Whitney: It matters to me.
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?
