Dorothy: Can't the two of you at least say goodbye like civilized human beings? All right, that's it. I give up. Ma, goodbye. Angela, let's go. No, wait. I have something I want to say. When I was a little girl, there were two people I admired more than anyone else in the world. My mother and my favorite aunt. And now the two of you are at each other's throats and it's breaking my heart. I mean, so my mother kissed your husband at some stupid party. What does it matter now? You realize that this may be the last time you two see each other ever? Is this the way you want things left between you?