Vivian: Your mother loves her room. She's been clapping the lights on and off for the last 20 minutes.
Philip: You know, ever since Grandpa died last year I've been trying to get Grandma to move out here with us. So I want everybody to cheer her up. I mean, I don't want her moping around in some old housecoat all day.
Hattie: [enters] Zeke.
Philip: Mama.
Hattie: It's so good to see you, baby.
Philip: Mama. You look so fluorescent.
Hattie: Don't I though? I am three pounds lighter, a whole lot tighter and I'm dressed to chill.