Sophia: I'm home.
Dorothy: Ma, what are you doing here?
Sophia: There was no reason to stay.
Blanche: I thought your grandson's graduation was next week.
Sophia: There isn't gonna be a graduation. The big dope failed.
Dorothy: Ma, you're kidding.
Sophia: You wouldn't be surprised if you saw him. Twenty-two-years-old and the whole time I was there was drink beer and shoot cans with a BB gun.