Dorothy: Look, Ma, I'm hiring a nurse. At your age, we can't take any injury for granted.
Sophia: Well, it's your fault I sprained both my ankles.
Dorothy: Ma, you were the one who sneezed and blew yourself off the stool.
Sophia: It wouldn't have happened if you'd let me sit at the table that night.
Dorothy: Look, Ma, you know the rules. When we eat Mexican food, you sit at the counter.