She's less upset and more confused about the second thing, though. George turns, eyebrows raised.]
Uh, guys? A little privacy?
I just...don't know about her, Georgia.
Mom. Seriously. I'm ni-- eighteen. I can handle it.
"I'm eighteen, I can handle it". Yeah, sure. Next thing I know one of you drops a cigarette and burns the house down. Nope, not a chance. I'm staying right here.
[Joy crosses her arms and leans in the doorway. Reggie stands behind her, sending half-curious and half-jealous gazes Santana's way.]
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She's less upset and more confused about the second thing, though. George turns, eyebrows raised.]
Uh, guys? A little privacy?
I just...don't know about her, Georgia.
Mom. Seriously. I'm ni-- eighteen. I can handle it.
"I'm eighteen, I can handle it". Yeah, sure. Next thing I know one of you drops a cigarette and burns the house down. Nope, not a chance. I'm staying right here.
[Joy crosses her arms and leans in the doorway. Reggie stands behind her, sending half-curious and half-jealous gazes Santana's way.]