Dorothy: Ma, please. Will you let me say what I have to say?
Sophia: Maybe I don't want to hear what you have to say. Maybe I'm happy not knowing anything.
Dorothy: Or maybe you know already.
Sophia: I'm not stupid. I could see there was something about Alvin that wasn't right.
Dorothy: Ma, he has Alzheimer's disease. I met his daughter down at the boardwalk. She said that when he first started wandering off, she followed him everywhere. She took a leave of absence from her job so she could take care of him. But she's not gonna be able to afford that much longer. Uh, the family's discussed sending him to New York. He has a nephew who's a doctor there and can give him special care. And Ma, Sandra says that within the next couple of months, they're gonna do that.
Sophia: You know, Dorothy, people think if you live to be my age, you should be grateful just to be alive. Well, that's not how it works. You need a reason to get up in the morning. And sometimes even after you find one, life can turn right around and spit in your face.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, Ma.
Sophia: A few months, huh? That should give me enough time to finish the scarf.