Martha Albright: [o.s.] Dick?
Dick: What?
Martha Albright: I want you to rub a little salve on my lumbar.
Dick: I think it's time to cut this millstone from around my neck.
Mary: [o.s.] Dick?
Dick: What?!
Mary: [enters] Dick.
Dick: Oh- Oh, I, uh... I'm sorry, Mary. For a moment there, you sounded unnervingly like your mother. Now, Mary, I'm gonna go in there and talk to your mother and you are going to listen.
Mary: No, no. You're gonna listen to me. Now, I know I've had a rough history with that woman, but there's one thing that will never change, she'll always be... my mother. She's my responsibility. Like it or not, she's coming home with me.
Dick: Martha, your ride's here.