Willow is a super-heroine, badass cape wearing, no bullshit talking, Einstein-brilliant level contemplating, brightest star galaxy shining, ceaselessly driven, type daughter any mother can only dream possible. Sheâs the kind of beautiful that puts to shame all you mother-fuckers.
Phillip Garmean: Bethany, I gotta admit, that is if you permit me to speak. My kid, Erik, is pure garbage compared to your daughter, Willow. Like, hot-Bronx, two-day-old, steamy pile-of-shit, type garbage. You know, Bronx garbage.
Bethany Willow's Mother: Yeah, no shit. Now go fuck yourself.