Sophia: Can I tell you something, Pussycat?
Dorothy: What?
Sophia: I've never been so scared. Not so much of jail. It was not being here with all of you. Only seeing you for ten minutes a day on visitors' day. That's not enough time for Rose to get one of her St. Olaf stories off the runway. All I'm trying to say is, maybe you're not much, but you're all I've got. Am I crying, Pussycat?
Dorothy: No, Ma.
Sophia: I guess it wasn't as touching as I thought.