Tonya: Momma, can we have our candy back?
Rochelle: No. I ate it. Don't need you all getting any more cavities which you all got. No cavities in this house. (Adding sugar to her drink)
Narrator: But at this rate, there'll be plenty of diabetes.
Narrator: My father was crazy about Tonya. She was the only one in the house, who would dare to take sleep and money from him at the same time.
Narrator: Getting an award for attendance is kinda like getting an award for breathing.