[a drunk, emotional Tanya is preparing to scatter her mother's ashes into the ocean, while Shane and Rachel look on uncomfortably]
Tanya McQuoid: My poor mother... she died in June. And she loved the ocean. Just loved it. My poor mother, she had a beautiful house in Carmel. And she tried very, very hard to be a really good mother, even though she didn't have any maternal instincts or skills. She, uh, she was always in search of male affection. And, uh, she was... a nymphomaniac. I'd walk in her room and I'd find all sorts of strange men in her bed. She had borderline personality disorder. She took her money and she manipulated people with it. And she was cruel. And she was very, very cruel. She was so, so cruel and...
[Tanya sobs]
Tanya McQuoid: I- I just- oh, mother, mother, mother, mother. My mother... told me I would never be a ballerina, and that was when I was skinny! My poor mother, she... She just couldn't handle her jealousy. She had to take me down. And what's weird is I miss my mother... even though she was a big jerk!
