Dorothy: Ma, how dare you?
Sophia: How dare I what? I was trying to help!
Dorothy: Ma, can you get it through your head that I do not need your help? Now please, Ma, get off my back!
Sophia: Who do you think you're talking to? Don't you raise your voice to your mother!
Dorothy: Then stop smothering me and give me some space!
Sophia: Space? Fine! Have all the space you want!
Dorothy: Where are you going?
Sophia: To Mildred's! She's shorter than you. She doesn't need so much space!