Sophia: I was just talking to Lily. I hear you're moving with her back to Chicago.
Rose: That's right.
Sophia: Good idea. Now you can ruin your life and hers. I got dibs on Rose's room.
Rose: Sophia, you just don't understand.
Sophia: Please, Rose. What I forgot, you'll never know. Tell her, Dorothy, how bad off I was when I had my stroke.
Dorothy: You were really sick, Ma. You know, in the beginning, she couldn't walk, she couldn't talk, she couldn't even feed herself.
Sophia: All I could do was sit and feel sorry for myself, which is what I did all the time.
Blanche: But you got better.
Sophia: Yeah, because she stopped coddling me. She screamed, she hollered, day and night. She made me do my therapy. She forced me to rebuild my life because she knew I could. And for that I'll always be grateful.
Dorothy: Oh, thanks, Ma.
Sophia: I only have one question. Now that I'm better, why do you still scream and holler at me?