Bless me father, for I have sinned

Lucy Quinn Fabray Evans. You might remember me from a little show called Saving Grace, or from my full-time job as a mother of nine, now 10. My girls and our little superhero are the lights of my life, and there's no better job out there. Mother. Actress. Former bitch. They told me I couldn't have it all, so I live to prove them wrong.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

And then see the fireworks downtown?

[mamafabrevans]

As long as we don't miss them while the show's going on

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Can we see Wicked?

[mamafabrevans]

I don't see why not. I'll order the tickets and then we'll go, save waiting at the TKTS booth.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Girl time doing what exactly? 

[mamafabrevans]

Whatever you want to do. We could go see a movie, go to a show... probably no spa day, I doubt anything is open on the 4th.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

I already don’t have a door…

[mamafabrevans]

Which you've earned back, with your good behavior lately. But anymore overnight guests, and the door will be gone again.

Do you want to go over to the Puckermans for the barbecue, or would you like to go out and have some girl time? Up to you, your brother and your father have the rest of the crew under control.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Are we good then or…?

[mamafabrevans]

No more overnight guests. Or you'll lose the privilege of having privacy

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

I promise, jesus. We’re barely even friends.

[mamafabrevans]

Thank you. [She kissed her on the forehead.] You're my beautiful girl, I'm always going to want to protect you from the Puckermans of the world.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

We just slept. You need to trust me.

[mamafabrevans]

I need you to promise me.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Oh my god, you seriously need to calm the fuck down. I’m not pregnant.

[mamafabrevans]

I am not going to calm down, and watch your language.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Why ?

[mamafabrevans]

We're getting you tested, and then we're going to Noah's for the barbecue.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Not joking

[mamafabrevans]

Get your coat.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

I’m not laughing

[mamafabrevans]

We don't joke about pregnancies

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

With Quints. Make way for babies.

[mamafabrevans]

Not funny.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

I’m pregnant too.

[mamafabrevans]

No. No you're not.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Maybe he is. The stories I could tell you about our hot, steamy sex…

[mamafabrevans]

[She shot her a horrified look.]

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Just SLEEPING! He didn’t want to sleep in the basement!

[mamafabrevans]

He shouldn't have been sleeping here in the first place. Please tell me he's not your boyfriend. Please tell me nothing inappropriate is going on here.

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Not guys!

[mamafabrevans]

Well they should! They shouldn't be in your bed in the first place!

[mamafabrevans]

Abigail?

[abbymevans]

Get away from me, you’re being psychotic! We were just sleeping!

[mamafabrevans]

People wear shirts when they're sleeping!