Lady talking on cellphone, presumably to teenage son:
"You'll notice that you're not at camp, you don't have a babysitter and I didn't chuck all your stupid guitars into the trash heap."
I thought that could be a good line of dialog in a future troubled musician's biopic.
And also wondered: Why do people conduct personal conversations in public places?
How do you retain your dignity arguing on a toilet, with others flushing and, uh..other noises, around you? It's not strategic.
