Blanche: If you-all are out here to try to get me to patch things up with Rebecca, you can forget it.
Sophia: Blanche, there comes a time when you have to let your daughter make her own decisions. I remember, Dorothy, when you were deciding what you wanted to be.
Dorothy: Ah, yeah. I wanted to go to college and be a schoolteacher. Pop wanted me to be a cosmetician in a funeral parlor.
Sophia: He always liked looking at dead people. Dead people and the Dodgers. That was it for him in the good-time department. Sometimes, just to make him happy, I used to lie in bed with a baseball hat on.