Erin: You staged his death, Ma. I thought I'd lost him.
Mary: Well, you have lost him. We're not taking him back.
Erin: What?
Mary: Ah, come on. He's a shit dog.
Erin: Toto was not a shit dog.
Mary: Well, he was no Gypsy.
Erin: Stop it. I'm sick of it. You can't compare every animal you have to the dog you had when you were five years old.
Mary: I can, and I will. You're not gonna tell your granda, are you?
Erin: Well, I'm gonna need some time to think about that.