Rebekah: I bet she wasn’t even in the Army.
Shane: You really think the military-industrial complex would let the real story get out?
Rebekah: I’m calling child protective services. Cheryl, phone.
Shane: Great. And maybe I’ll tell them about Allison’s little prescription friends. Not supposed to be driving with a child in the vehicle on those, are you, Ally? And, Cheryl, I’m not sure how they’d feel about a woman who still lets her 5-year-old breast-feed. And, Rebekah, you don’t need anyone looking into the visa status of your housekeeper, do you? What is she, Honduran? Guatemalan? Don’t fuck with me, bitches.