Claire: Oh my god, those are so hideous.
Ruth: They’re not hideous in the least! I like them, and you want to know why? Because my daughter—whom I love very much—made them for me.
Claire: Look, it wasn’t me. It was somebody else.
Ruth: I may just wear these pants until the day I die!
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One of my favourite scenes ever. Everyone should at least once get fucked out on drugs and make pants for someone.