Gwen:  You want to sleep in my room with me tonight ?
Harriet: No !
Gwen: Do n't be mad at me about mom , it 's not my fault . Do n't think it 's your fault either .
Harriet: I 'm glad she 's dead !
Gwen: You do n't mean that .
Harriet: I wo n't miss her at all .
Gwen: Harriet you loved her . She loved you too , very much . Sometimes , just ... things just happen sometimes ... Look ; you do n't have to worry about being an orphan or anything . You 've got me .
Harriet: The booby prize .
Gwen: I 'm trying to tell you something here , Harriet ... So ... I 'm going to be your mother now . What do you think about that ?
Harriet: I do n't need a mother .
Gwen: Sure you do .
Harriet: My mother is in a box covered with dirt .
Gwen: No , I 'm your mother ... I had you when I was _ fifteen _ . I was letting Mom be your mother .
Harriet: You 're lying .
Gwen: No ... Sorry . I 'm not .
Harriet: Go away Gwen , I wish you 'd died !