She is out foolin' around with that boy until two o'clock in the morning and it has got to...

Anne: She is out foolin' around with that boy until two o'clock in the morning and it has got to stop! I didn't spend seventeen years of my life raising a daughter and giving her EVERYTHING, so she could throw it away on a summer romance! Young Allie: [Screaming] DADDY! Anne: She will wind up with her heart broken or pregnant! Now he's a nice boy, but he's... Young Allie: He's WHAT? He is what? Tell me! Anne: He is trash! Trash! Trash! Not for you!

and it has got to stop. I didn't spend 17 years of my life raising a daughter and giving her everything... so she could throw it away on a summer romance. Daddy, come on! She will wind up with her heart broken or pregnant. - Anne, please. - Now, he is a nice boy. - He's a nice boy, but he's... - He's what? He's what? Tell me. He is trash, trash, trash... not for you. Trash? Don't touch me! Now that is enough. You are not to see him anymore. And that's final. - No, it's not final. - Yes it is. - No, it's not final! - Allie! You're not going to tell me who I'm gonna love. - Love? - Yes Daddy, I love him. I love him. He's not suitable for you, baby. I love him. You are 17 years old, you don't know anything about love. Oh, and you do? You don't look at Daddy the way I look at Noah.