Mr. Crawford: Those kids ran roughshod all over my property and how old's their oldest? Joanna: Twelve. Mr. Crawford: Only a Chartrand would leave a twelve-year-old to babysit alone all day. Billy: You ever hear of Wendy? Billy? Shane?
Luna: I'm Luna. Kodie: So what, you're like, my babysitter for the day? Luna: Think of me more like your chauffeur. Kodie: Are you the one who went to jail? (Luna nods) Must be tougher than you look. Have to be to work for Joanna. Luna: What does that mean? Kodie: Don't get me wrong, I love her, but even back in grade school that girl was wicked competitive. Luna: And that's what makes her a great lawyer.