Dorothy: My test is in two weeks and I do not want to blow it.
Sophia: You'll pass. You'll pass.
Dorothy: I don't want to pass. I want an A.
Sophia: You're the same as you were in grade school - A's. You always had to get an A. Your brother thought a book was to sit on. You always had to get an A. Good night.
Dorothy: Good night, Ma.
Sophia: If I breathe and it bothers you, put a pillow over my face.