Dorothy: I'm sorry, I'm just cranky. You're right. I am a lousy patient. I always have been. I remember when I was a little girl and I used to get those terrible chest colds. And you'd whip up a batch of that homemade liniment to rub on my chest. Ooh, that was nasty stuff. Cod-liver oil, garlic, petroleum jelly, parsley. I remember once I asked you, "Why parsley?" You said, "Presentation is very important." Oh, whenever I saw you coming down the hall with that ceramic bowl and a paintbrush, I'd run and hide under my bed and cry. Then you'd rub some on my doll, Mrs Doolittle, to show me that it didn't hurt. And I'd come out from under the bed and you'd put it on my chest. Next day I'd always feel better. You remember, Ma? [Sophia is asleep in Dorothy's bed] Good night, Ma. Thanks for everything.