Isabel:
[Mia, in panic, has tried to back out of the competition]
Mia, I've seen the way my son looks at you. He loves you! When I told you that love meant letting go, I was wrong. I hope that you go back out there and dance. And more than that, I hope you win.
Mia:
[Mia laughs, and is startled when Isabel takes a can of spray and sprays Mia on the cheek]
What's that?
Isabel:
For good luck!
[She kisses Mia on the forehead]
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