Dorothy: Ma, I told you, I am not seeing Stan anymore. I remember the tears that man caused me, the hatred I felt, and I don't need that grief again.
Sophia: Good, because I worry about you. You're still my little girl, you know, no matter how big you get.
Dorothy: Aw, thanks, Ma.
Sophia: By the way, how big are you gonna get?
Dorothy: Good night, Ma.