Ray: Didn't you hear what I said in there?
Marie: You mean the eulogy?
Ray: Yes.
Marie: Well, you know how I mentioned it was extremely beautiful? That wasn't entirely true.
Ray: Ma, you want to be in that box, dead, without ever making up with Aunt Alda?
Marie: How come I'm in the box and not her?
Ray: Answer.
Marie: Oh, I don't know.
Ray: Aunt Alda?
Aunt Alda: Thank you for not putting me in the box, dear.
Marie: See!
Ray: Come on, so you never wanna make up with Mom?
Aunt Alda: Well, I guess. Oh, I don't know.
Ray: Beautiful. Two "I don't knows." That's progress. So you like being this way?
Aunt Alda: I always thought there was time.
Ray: How much time is there? This is the time, now. Now is the time.