Aunt Helen: All right. Vy, I'm gonna need this area to chop up my onions.
Vy: No, no, no. Not before I chop up my parsley. I don't want your onions ruining my stuffing.
Aunt Helen: Believe me, you don't need my onions to ruin your stuffing.
Hattie: Children, please.
Aunt Helen: Just like you, moving in on somebody.
Vy: You're the one to talk. I had my own room before you came along.
Aunt Helen: Why don't you let that go? You hold on to things like a rottweiler.
Vy: Now, why did you have to go there? What are you talking about, "holding on to something"?
Hattie: I'm glad I never had daughters.