Rose: How's Sophia?
Dorothy: I don't know. Today's her anniversary. She won't come out of her room. I've never seen her like this. She is really depressed.
Sophia: [upbeat] Adios! Everybody wave goodbye! I'm off to Brooklyn!
Blanche: Honey, what are you doing?
Sophia: I'm going back to the old neighborhood. The doctor said it would help if I stirred up some memories.
Dorothy: Ma, you can't go back there alone!
Sophia: No kidding. I'm 83. I walk to the driveway, it's a coin toss whether I get back. You're coming with me.
Dorothy: I am?
Sophia: What the hell? You paid! Look, I can deal with losing some of my memory. If I didn't have to remember what's-her-name over here, I wouldn't care. [Rose looks behind her] But Sal was the most important person in my life, and scrapbooks aren't doing the trick.