Vivian: Honey, it seems like you're back to your old self. I have an idea for this afternoon. Now, I know how proud you are of your azaleas. Why don't we go to the botanical gardens and see how theirs stack up?
Hattie: I'll get my sweater.
Philip: Why? Mama, you cold? Geoffrey, turn up the heat.
Geoffrey: Sir, I already set the thermostat on 80 as you requested. The candles are starting to melt.
Hattie: I just wanted my sweater because we are going to the gardens.
Philip: Well, we can go to the garden later this week. I want you to get settled in.
Hattie: I am more settled than a big old box of raisin bran.
Philip: Now, now, Mama, don't excite yourself.