Sophia: Look at this. I'm a walking time bomb. 230/190. Stand back, I could blow any minute.
Dorothy: Ma, you know that machine is not working.
Sophia: We shouldn't take any chances. I can't be moved. Somebody else will have to give up their room for Rose's family.
Dorothy: You're fine. You're staying with me. You always complain and we always get through it.
Sophia: All right, fine. But I'm begging you, while we're sleeping together, please lay off the broccoli at dinner, huh?