Dad:	And you wanted to do this in New York. You wanted to do this on your own.
Rose:	I didn't want to do this on my own. What have you really done to help me though?
Dad:	We took you there, we took you back. We've given you a home.
Rose:	Meh.
Dad:	What do you want us to do, feed you grapes and fan you with a bay leaf? I mean a fig leave.
Rose:	You mean a palm leaf.