Diane: It's very nice of you to come all this way.
Helen: I thought so, too, but you know what tomorrow is?
Diane: No. What?
Helen: Your wedding day. Congratulations.
Diane: My what?
Helen: If you're not married before tomorrow, I lose my share of your father's estate.
Diane: My God! Why?
Helen: Darling, when he died, you were still a little gawky girl, with your nose in a book and a terrible facial tic. Your father was- Your father was worried that you would never find a mate, and that you would have a lonely life. So he made me promise that I would have you married ten years after the day he died. He even put it in his will. So, if you're still single, I'm cut off.
Diane: Well, why did you wait so long to tell me? Father's been dead ten years.
Helen: You know how time flies when you're having-
Diane: Grief.
Helen: Grief.