Blanche: You know, you You remind me so much of your mother when she was your age. She used to get so mad at me. And then as she got older, it seems like we just fought all the time. Till finally, one day, we just stopped talkin' altogether. It wasn't until you were born that we tried to make up, but seems like we still couldn't let go of the past. Oh, Melissa, I don't want to go through that again. I would just die if I thought that was gonna happen to us. Melissa, I know you're just a little girl, but this is the point where you're supposed to stop me and say, "I love you. Don't go."
Melissa: Why?
Blanche: Well, because you're from the South, honey. It's just good manners.
Melissa: Course I still love you. You're my grandma. I'm just mad at you.
Blanche: Oh, well. I I can accept that, if you're still gonna give me another chance, 'cause I still want to try to be the best grandma in the whole world.
Melissa: Does this mean I can start calling you grandma again?
Blanche: Aw, of course you can. Just not around anybody in uniform.