Dorothy: Aw, Ma, enough already. I'm not gonna play cards with you anymore.
Sophia: Why not?
Dorothy: Why should I? You're the only one who gets any enjoyment out of it.
Sophia: Nah, cards bore me to tears.
Dorothy: Then why do you play?
Sophia: I like the talking.
Dorothy: The what?
Sophia: The talking. You and I had some of our best talks over a game of gin rummy. I don't know why. It just seemed easier for both of us to open up while we were playing cards. Your aunt Jean was the same way. During a pinochle game, she told me that she swam nude in a pool with Charles Boyer.
Dorothy: Aunt Jean? You never told me that.
Sophia: I would have gotten around to it, but we stopped playing cards.