Sam: "Hey. What's the matter?"
Bailey: "Frances. I'm at the end of my rope."
Sam: "Well is she okay? Where is she?"
Bailey: "At home with Ellen. Tossing around ideas, what do you... Have you heard of that place?"
Sam: "Dicken's Academic Residence, no. Twentyfour hour supervision and lock down capabilities, I mean... It's a little severe, don't you think?"
Bailey: "Well, it's got a great success rate, good curriculum. What the hell am I supposed to do Sam? She's a danger to herself and I can't get through to her."
Sam: "Well, Bailey, there are alternatives. Look, I can make a couple of phone calls and we can go over things later."
Bailey: "She turns eighteen in nine months. If she doesn't get her head on straight by then, anything can happen."

Sam: "No, I wanna, I want to talk to Bailey."