- Christy: [hugs Bonnie] Mom, I'm so glad you're here, I was so scared.
- Bonnie: Did you gamble?
- Christy: No.
- Bonnie: I believe you, where's the money?
- Christy: I locked it in the trunk, it was talking to me.
- Bonnie: Not to say that I don't believe you, but I'm going to check to see if you're lying.
- Christy: I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I know you were just worried. The truth is... I do have a gambling problem, but only when I have money... and since I so rarely have money, I thought I had it under control.
- Bonnie: [exhales] Man, if we were rich we'd both be dead.
- Marjorie Armstrong: [about Christy's controlled gambling] I have suggested to a few newcomers that they experiment with controlled drinking.
- Bonnie: Why didn't you ever tell me about that?
- Marjorie Armstrong: You showed up to your first meeting on a stolen lawnmower.
- Bonnie: Oh you weren't even there.
- Jill Kendall: She didn't have to be, that story is legendary.
- Wendy Harris: Yeah, is it true you weren't wearing anything except go-go boots and a hockey jersey?
- Bonnie: [defensively] That's right, I got kicked out of a hockey game and couldn't find my car or my pants, what was I supposed to do?
- Bonnie: I don't think you driving is a good idea.
- Mr. Munson: I know it's not a good idea, it's just that cancer has taken control over everything. I'd just like to be in control of something for a couple minutes, even if it is just a beat up Firebird.
- [Bonnie thinks, cuts to Mr. Munson driving her car]
- Bonnie: Light pole dead ahead!
- [Mr. Munson wildly circles the parking lot]
- Mr. Munson: What is this, a V-8?
- Bonnie: A V-6, please slow down!