La blonde de mon père

Isabel: You know, I never wanted to be a mom. Sharing it with you... that's one thing. It's another to be looking over my shoulder for the next twenty years, knowing someone else would have done it better... someone else would have done it right.

Jackie Harrison: What do you have that I don't?

Isabel: You're Mother Earth, incarnate.

Jackie Harrison: You're... hip, and fresh.

Isabel: You ride with Anna.

Jackie Harrison: You'll learn.

Isabel: You know every story, every wound, every memory. Their whole life's happiness is wrapped up in you... every single second. Don't you get it? Look down the road to her wedding. I'm in a room alone with her, fixing her veil, fluffing her dress, telling her no woman has ever looked so beautiful. And my fear is she'll be thinking, "I wish my mom was here."

Jackie Harrison: And mine is... she won't.