Sophia: Don't you see, Mr. Porter, you're not listening to these people. I mean, you're only as old as you feel, and you're making them feel old. And, Pussycat, you make me feel old, too. You make me feel like I can't make my own choices.
Dorothy: Ma, I worry about you, and everything I did here, well, Ma it's because I'm afraid of losing you.
Sophia: I understand that, but, Pussycat, give me air. I know you love me, but maybe we can make decisions about me together.
Dorothy: Yes, Ma, we will.