Frankie: Look, you seem to think you're the only one who cares about anything.
Sue: Oy. Mom, you just don't get it. Your idea of caring about something is burning your bra.
Frankie: How old do you think I am? That was Grandma's generation. And she didn't burn her bra. She just switched to light support for a while. Look, I used to be your age. I understand righteous indignation, but eventually you get to be my age, and you realize you can't fix everything. And sometimes you just got to kick back, relax, and enjoy a movie with too many White people in it.