Mama Lozupone: So, here now that we've made peace, I want you to have the ring that my mother gave to me, and her mother gave to her.
Carla: Oh, Mama. The ring. [Mama hands over a piece of paper] What's this?
Mama Lozupone: I hocked it. Come. [Cara lays on the bed with her mother] Oh, your father's hair.
Carla: Sorry, Mom.
Mama Lozupone: And now, Carla, there is something you must do for me.
Carla: Oh, Mama, I know what you're gonna ask me. We're just gonna get into that same fight we had the last time I was here. I... It... It's just too much to ask. I can't do it.
Mama Lozupone: It's the family tradition.
Carla: No.
Mama Lozupone: I did it. My mother did it. Her mother did it. Her mother did it before her.
Carla: I said no. I don't care who did it.
Mama Lozupone: Her mother did it.
Carla: Mama, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had the dream. I'm sorry you're gonna die. I'm sorry the family tradition is gonna die with you. But that is just the way it is. I can't do this for anybody, not even for my mama.
Mama Lozupone: Her mother did it.