Thought you might need that. Where'd you find this? In one of the boxes after... Needs...

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!

You might need that. Where'd you find this? It was in one of those cartons. - Needs oil. - Who doesn't? You ready? - I'm not going. - Mom! I already got two children, I don't need a third. Why is it so important that I go? Well, for one thing, it'd be nice if you just left the room. Besides, these are your old friends. They probably won't even remember me. The "Queen of Diamonds," Dottie Hinson? I just don't think this is a good idea. Oh, come on, Mom. I mean, you're gonna get to see Aunt Kit. - You hardly ever see each other. - We still won't. She'll be traveling around with that husband of hers. - Frank. He has a name. - Frank. And he's always been very nice to you. He makes me nervous. - There's a lot of reasons why I can't go. - Mom. Honey... ...I'm not comfortable about this. I'm not really part of it. It was never that important to me. It was just something I did. When are you gonna realize how special it was, how much it all meant? I... Yeah. I know how you feel. I really do. But you're going. Car. - A car, a train, a bus. I'm tired already. - Sleep on the plane. - Grandma's out. Is there a fire? - Wisenheimer. Julie next door is watching you. I don't want any bad reports. - Okay. Bye, Grandma. - Bye. Jeffrey, come here. No matter what your brother does, he's littler than you are. Give him a chance to shoot. Promise? - Yeah. - Okay. Bobby, come here. Kill him. Come on, you'll miss your plane. Yeah! Well, I still think I shouldn't go.