TARA: I’ll move.
PAM: No, it’s okay, sit. Sit. You look good up there. You were right. You’re a better dancer than you are a bartender.
PAM: So your mom’s a real bitch.
TARA: Yeah. I know she is. But what are you gonna do? She’s still my mom.
PAM: No. She’s not. Not anymore.
TARA: [laughs] Can you believe this shit? I fucking hate her, but I’m crying for her anyways.
PAM: Hey. Hey. A hundred years from now you won’t even remember her. This, I promise you. [Tara hugs Pam] Okay break’s over. Time to, get back up on that pole.