Rose: Sophia, isn't there anything we can do to convince you to stay?
Sophia: I wish you could, but my mind's made up. My baby needs me.
Dorothy: What about me, Ma?
Sophia: You've always been able to take care of yourself. You don't need me.
Blanche: All right. What about me?
Sophia: You were always strong and independent even before I got here. You don't need me.
Rose: What about me?
Sophia: You? You need the Wizard of Oz.