Sophia: OK. How about when you were unmarried and pregnant?
Dorothy: I remember your exact words: "Get out of my house. You're dead. I have no daughter named Dorothy."
Sophia: Sure, in that tone of voice it sounds bad. But I'm supporting you now. Didn't I come here to live with you in your twilight years?
Dorothy: Ma, these are your twilight years.
Sophia: Are you kidding? I'm supposed to be dead. These are your twilight years.