Sophia [to Dorothy]: I'm supporting you now. Didn't I come here to live with you in your twilight years?
Dorothy: Ma, these are your twilight years.
Sophia: Are you kidding? I'm supposed to be dead. These are your twilight years.

Sophia [to Dorothy]: I'm supporting you now. Didn't I come here to live with you in your twilight years?
Dorothy: Ma, these are your twilight years.
Sophia: Are you kidding? I'm supposed to be dead. These are your twilight years.
Sophia: Remember Shady Pines Retirement Village? She told me we were going to a resort. We pull up to this place that looks like the Bates Motel, and two goons in white coats drag me inside. And for the next year and a half, I'm forced to make lanyards against my will.
And one day, he'll threaten you with Shady Pines. The west wing.