Helen Steves: [the morning after Robert orders Clare to drop out of the school play; he is now going back to Seattle] I wish you didn't have to leave so soon.
[She kisses him]
Helen Steves: Have a safe trip.
Robert Steves: All right. I'll call you later.
[Clare emerges from the house and runs after him]
Clare Steves: Dad!... I'm sorry about last night.
Robert Steves: Well, just make sure it never happens again, okay?
Helen Steves: Bob, you *could* be more gracious.
Robert Steves: That's what she could've been, too.
Clare Steves: You're right, as always - I quit the play, told the director exactly what you told me. I lost some face in the process, but... well, that's one lucky understudy.
[Her father nods approvingly]
Clare Steves: So when are you coming back?
Robert Steves: Late tonight - Well, more likely tomorrow... or maybe the next day, if not the day after that.
Clare Steves: [smiles] In other words, you have no idea. That's okay, Dad; I'm used to it.
[They hug]
Clare Steves: Well, see you whenever I see you.
Robert Steves: Maybe we can go to a movie this Sunday, or something.
Clare Steves: [half-joking] Gosh, I don't know; is that gonna cut into my SAT-prepping time?
Robert Steves: [smiles] That's my girl.