Sophia: What's going on?
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, Baby's going home.
Sophia: Oh, may he rest in peace.
Dorothy: Ma, Baby isn't dead. We've decided to send him back to the farm and give up the money.
Sophia: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. We lived with a filthy pig in our house, bought a whole bunch of stuff on credit we can't afford, and now we're gonna kiss off 100,000 bucks because the pig is homesick?
Blanche: That's right.
Sophia: Sometimes life really bites the big one.