Bobby: Listen, Blanche, I want to thank you for everything you've done the past few days.
Blanche: You don't have to thank me for anything. Actually, I kind of enjoyed doing it. You remind me a lot of my son, Matthew, except he doesn't carry a gun. Bobby, does your momma know you carry that gun?
Bobby: Blanche, I'm a grown man. I don't have to have her permission. Although, to be honest, she's not thrilled about it.
Blanche: That's because she loves you. I know I'd be a nervous wreck if Matthew were a police officer. I worry about him enough as it is, and he's a CPA. I guess that's just a mother's nature. Well, I'll see you in the morning.
Bobby: Hey, Blanche, listen, uh... My mom lives in Oregon. I don't get a home-cooked meal too often. Would it be OK if I stop by sometime?
Blanche: I think that would be great. Now, I don't care how old you think you are, mister, it's time for light's out.