Lily: I know, you wanted to see if I was all right. Rose, really, I'm fine. I've been having accidents since I was two years old. This is not a major crisis. You don't have to worry about me.
Rose: Well, it's hard for me not to.
Lily: I know. That's because you're a worrier. I remember when you were six years old and Dad got you that puppy for your birthday. You worried because you thought her paws were too big and that the other dogs would laugh at her.
Rose: Well, they did! They used to bark and point at her.
Lily: Everybody pointed at her. You made her wear a bonnet and matching booties.