Motherhood is a mental illness.
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Ramona Vega
[showing a photo of young Destiny to Elizabeth] You know, I used to say, If only we had known each other back then. You know? Maybe we could have looked out for one another, and maybe our lives would have been different. You know? If only we have just been the same. Who knows. But I like to keep her…
The game is rigged, and it does not reward people who play by the rules.
These Wall Street guys, you want them drunk enough to get their credit card, but sober enough to sign a check.
Ramona: [to Destiny] You know Diamond from the Bronx, right? Diamond: What’s up, baby? [referring to Destiny] Ramona: We’re going to help her learn how to do a real dance. Diamond: Oh. Well, I’m good at that. [to Destiny] Show me what you got.
[being interrogated] We didn’t do anything wrong. You know, Tony wouldn’t let this happen. I’m going to text him. [gets her phone to start texting]
Destiny: What if somebody calls the cops? Ramona: And says what? I spent five thousand dollars at a strip club, send help?
And it’s like robbing the bank, except you get the keys. Are you in?
When I was a kid, I always wanted to work with animals. I was close.
These Wall Street guys, you see what they did to this country? They stole from everybody. Hard working people lost everything, and not one of these douchebags went to jail.
[showing pole-dancing moves to Destiny] Front hook. Ankle hook. Knee hook. From here you could do the carousel, to switch, and wrap.
This city, this whole country, is a strip club. You've got people tossing the money and people doing the dance.
Are you an investor in this place? Let the guys get fucked-up.
We're a family now. A family with money!
Doesn't money make you horny?