Yeah!

Margaret:

[Tosses catchers mitt into Dottie's suitcase]
Thought you might need that. Older Dottie:
Where'd you find this? Margaret:
In one of the boxes after... [Dottie tries it on for size] Margaret:
Needs oil. Older Dottie:
Ha! Who doesn't? Margaret:
You ready? Older Dottie:
I'm not going. Margaret:
Oh! Mom! I already got 2 children, I don't need a 3rd. Older Dottie:
Why is it so important that I go? Margaret:
Well, for one thing, it'd be nice if you left the room. Besides, these are your old friends. Older Dottie:
They probably won't even remember me. Margaret:
The Queen of Diamonds? Dottie Hinson? Older Dottie:
Margaret, I just don't think this is a good idea. Margaret:
I don't know what you're so worried about. Plus, you're gonna get to see Aunt Kit. You two ever get to see each other. Older Dottie:
We still won't. Kit won't be there, she'll be travelling around with that husband of hers. Margaret:
Frank. He has a name: Frank. And he's always been very nice to you. Older Dottie:
Makes me nervous. Margaret:
Mom. Older Dottie:
Honey, I'm not comfortable about this. I was never really part of it. It was just something I did. Margaret:
Mom, when are you gonna realize how special it was? How important it was? Older Dottie:
I... Margaret:
Yeah, I know. I know how you feel, I really do. [Dottie smiles] Margaret:
But you're going. [She forces her up from the kitchen table and out the door] Older Dottie:
[Heading to the car]
Car, plane, a bus. I'm tired already. Margaret:
You'll sleep on the plane. Jeffrey:
Grandma's out of the room. Is there a fire? Older Dottie:
Weisenheimer. Margaret:
Julie, next door, is watching you and I don't wanna get any bad reports. [She gets into the driver's side of the car, as Dottie is fixing her coat] Margaret:
. Older Dottie:
Jeffrey? Come here. [He heads on over] Older Dottie:
Listen, no matter what your brother does, he's littler than you are. So, give him a chance to shoot. [Jeffrey nods, and heads back to the basketball net] Older Dottie:
. Bobby? [Bobby walks over] Older Dottie:
Kill him. Margaret:
Come on, you'll miss your plane. [She gets into the car, and she and her daughter drive off, as Bobby and Jeffrey continue their game, with Bobby shooting and making a basket] Bobby:
Yeah!