Caryn is very concerned about her daughter, Brooke, who looks too thin to her. She feels that Brooke may have gone too far with her diet.

Caryn: Did you eat anything?

Brooke: I had a half a bagel.

Caryn: Did you put anything on it?

Brooke: Mom, who are you? The Food Nazi?

Caryn: I never see you eat anymore. You're getting so skinny.

Brooke: Well, who told me I was fat in the first place?

Caryn: I said that you should exercise. I said that you should exercise with me. That we could go to the gym together.

Brooke: You said that I was heavy. And that I should stop eating junk. We went to McDonalds and you said that I should order the broiled chicken. When we went for pizza, you said that one piece was enough for me. You thought I was fat.

Caryn: Don't be ridiculous.

Brooke: Admit it, Mom. You told me to go on a diet. So I did. And now you don't like it. Funny. You didn't like me fat and now you don't like me skinny. I can't win with you.

Caryn: Of course I love you. I love you any way you are. I just don't want kids to make fun of you. You told me they were.

Brooke: Well they're not anymore.

Caryn: I'm glad about that.

Brooke: Do you think I look good?

Caryn: You look too thin.

Brooke: I don't think so.

Caryn: Your father told me that when you were there this weekend all you ate was a salad.

Brooke: Please, I went out with friends.

Caryn: You've got to eat, honey.

Brooke: Who are you to talk? You're always on a diet. The refrigerator is filled with Slim Fast. Or you just eat steak and eggs all week. You're the one who is obsessed with food. Not me.

Caryn: Sweetie, of course I watch my weight.

Brooke: You spend half of your time at the gym. You never like the way you look. Ever.

Caryn: Brooke, I try my best. I'm not perfect.

Brooke: Neither am I. So just stop bothering me. Believe me, I'm not going to starve myself to death.

Caryn: I'm worried about you. Aren't you tired?

Brooke: No ,Mom. I feel fine. I'm not that thin.

Caryn: You are. You don't see yourself. You're disappearing. You're practically nothing.

Brooke: I feel fine.

Caryn: Are you getting your period?

Brooke: Mom, don't worry about me.

Caryn: I think I've messed things up here. I've been so worried about my own weight that I've given you the wrong message. Brooke, it's time to start eating normally . To be healthy.

Brooke: Mom, you're jealous. Because I've succeeded. And you just go up and down.

Caryn: Don't be ridiculous!! I've made peace with my weight. I'm always going to have to watch what I eat.

Brooke: Well so do I.

Caryn: You're watching too much. I'm making an appointment with a nutritionist for you. Today. You have to learn to eat better. You don't have to look like Calista Flockhart.

Brooke: Don't make the appointment. I'm not going to go.