Rose: Sophia, it's been wonderful watching you take care of Blanche all week.
Sophia: I feel like a regular hospital worker.
Rose: Ah, that's nice.
Sophia: Yeah. I just took all the money and jewelry out of her nightstand.
Blanche: Where's my money, old woman?
Sophia: I knew that would get her up. I was born to heal. Here's your money, and your high school ring, class of...
Blanche: Give me that.