Dorothy: Ma, come home.
Sophia: I'll come home when I'm good and ready.
Dorothy: Look, Ma, you have been sick, and I know what's best for you. Now, I'm taking you home, and nothing is going to stop me.
Mr. Porter: Damn it. I should've known it was you.
Dorothy: Please, Mr. Porter. I can handle her.
Mr. Porter: You haven't been able to so far.
Sophia: Maybe I can handle her. Who are you having a problem with?
Dorothy: You.
Sophia: Oh, perfect. I know my every move.