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Beatrice (a cancer patient) telling the truth to her daughter Amelia, giving her punch of nice advises.
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Beatrice: Study hard. Keep your grades up. Starting next year you're gonna wanna take two AP classes a semester, if you want to get into a decent college.
Amelia: Mom, this is really morbid.
Beatrice: And your Aunt Sue is kinda lazy when it comes to personal hygiene. So, you may have to be the one to remind her when it's time to get your eyebrows waxed or get your hair cut but, eventually, she'll get the routine down.
Amelia: Can we not have this conversation?
Beatrice: Oh, this might sound random but wear underwear with pantyhose. I know it might feel a little bulky but honestly it's a little slutty not to and also that's how you get yeast infections.
Amelia: Mom, this is totally gross.
Beatrice: And marry a kind man. One who's nice to his mother. Now, if he lives with his mother, you run the opposite way.
Amelia: Mom, I'm not getting married.
Beatrice: You will someday, and when that day comes just have one glass of champagne, and then you drink water for the rest of the night because there's nothing tackier than a drunken bride.
Amelia: Mom, I don't (starts crying) Why are you telling me all this?
Beatrice: Honey, I've been sick for a long time and the doctors don't think that I'm gonna get better.
Amelia (sobbing): No.
Beatrice: Amelia... listen to me, look at me. Amelia. This is important, this one is really the important one. Some day you're gonna have a baby and you're gonna feel overwhelmed by this little life that you're responsible for and you're gonna think and worry that everything you do is wrong, and that's normal. You're gonna obsess about what to feed it, and where to send it to school, and whether it should take violin or piano. But, I'm gonna let you in on a little old secret, it doesn't matter. Whether your kid is a concert pianist or a math genius, it just doesn't matter because at the end of the day all that matters is if your kid is happy. So you're going to feel sad for a little while, and that's okay, that's fine. But don't feel sad forever, okay? You can promise me that? You promise me that you won't feel sad for too long?
Amelia (crying): I promise.
Beatrice (crying): Okay. (they hug) Thank you. That should make me feel much better.