"Chelsea, a word?"
"Not now, Baker, can't you see I'm working out?"
"But that is not more important than your relationship with the Watcher."
"Ugh."
"I'm concerned about you in that area. You've been making some questionable choices lately, your clothes so revealing, all the time you're spending with the other teens from school instead of at home, where your place is, wanting to spend so much money on going to university when sure you'll be a stay-at-home mother... I am concerned that you're not listening to the Watcher's teachings as you ought."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"The swearing, too! Chelsea, have you forgotten everything we learned about faith from our mother? She died to bring more children into the world, like the Watcher commands!"
"First of all, leave mom out of this. Because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't like all the bullshit that's coming out of your mouth. Second of all, you're not dad, you're my older brother, and just because you're four years older than I am, doesn't mean that you know what I want out of my life, or know better than I do. You've brought it up, you can pat yourself on the back now that you've done your duty, and leave me the fuck alone. I have teen things to do now that I finally don't have to be a mom, while you were off the hook because you're a boy. So don't tell me you're concerned about me now, when you didn't do a fucking thing to help me then."