Dawn Harper: The truth, Mae.
Mae Valentine: Ugh, I don't like it. There, I said it.
Dawn Harper: Then why would you lie to me earlier and tell me you did like it?
Dicky Harper: Yeah, why, Mae?
Mae Valentine: Because I though it would be easier if I told you that I liked it. I lied because sometimes you can be a little... pushy.
Dawn Harper: Pushy? I'm not pushy. How am I pushy?
Mae Valentine: Did I say pushy? You're pushy.
Dawn Harper: Wow. What else have I pushed you into?
Mae Valentine: Nothing, nothing.
Dawn Harper: Was it when we dressed as peanut butter and pickles for Halloween?
Mae Valentine: Uh... Everyone knows pickles don't go with peanut butter. It's peanut butter and jelly. I should have been jelly!
Dawn Harper: I see. Well, I'm not going to a concert with someone who can't be truthful. Peanut butter, out! Oh, and the boys aren't going either.
Nicky Harper, Ricky Harper, Dicky Harper: What?
Nicky Harper: Whoa, PB, settle down.
Mae Valentine: Well, I don't want to go with someone who's so pushy anyway. Pickles, out. Wait, scratch that. Jelly, out.