I'm telling you, she puts a little vanilla in it, oh...
God, I really felt loved.
Okay, I get it.
I wasn't there for you.
Oh, that wasn't even a dig.
Okay, so, there's two Ashleys.
There's nerdy Ashley-- she's a doll.
Tall Ashley doesn't believe in bras,
and she flirts with all the dads.
No sleepovers with her.
The password for Emily's phone is 4535.
But heads up, she will text some hurtful things about you.
I don't know what made me a "Foster monster,"
but it still stings.
I just wish there was someone
who could tell me I was doing it right.
for what it's worth, Emily texted me
how happy she is to be back with you.
Oh, my God, I don't believe it.
Hmm. Look, if you have any problems with her,
don't hesitate to call me.
We can double-team her.
Good cop, hot cop.
Aw. Somebody else doesn't believe in bras, either.
Wow. I've never celebrated getting an "A" Like that.
If I had this kind of motivation in high school,
I wouldn't have dropped out.
You done with the sheets? I'm doing whites.
Mom! Are you kidding me?
You must be Cooper. I'm Mrs. Plunkett.
- Hi. - Is that your Ford Fusion out front?
I hear they get good mileage.
Okay, now you've seen him. Go.
Yeah, yeah, I'm going.
Mind making us pancakes?
Pancakes? I'm not even really doing laundry.