Taylor: [screaming] *Ew*, what is that?
Glenda Fry: My super home-mix de-stress aromatherapy ointment, it's amazing.
Taylor: Oh, it stinks!
Glenda Fry: I can't believe my little girl's old enough to go to high school.
Taylor: I can't believe you're rubbing that stuff on me.
Glenda Fry: Thank me later.
Miriam: This year, there's six year seven classes. So let's see: 130 divided by six... 21.6 students per class.
Taylor: I'm pretty sure I'm the point six.
[Taylor laughs about her own joke, while Miriam apparently does not get it]
Taylor: [running from her house, shouting] Hector! Hector! Quick! I'm in danger.
Hector: What sort of danger?
Taylor: Death by aromatherapy. It's a killer.
[Taylor dreams about herself in a prison when she and Layla have to share Layla's room]
Taylor Fry: [yelling] I've got to get out of this prison.
Hector: Don't panic, everything will be alright. I baked you a cake.
Taylor Fry: Is there a file in it?
Hector: I knew I forgot something.