Wrong dresser. It's in the sock drawer. What? My cash. That's what you were looking for,...

Ella Hirsch: Wrong dresser. It's in the sock drawer.
Maggie Feller: What?
Ella Hirsch: My cash. That's what you were looking for, right? That's what you want.
Maggie Feller: No! god!
Ella Hirsch: [sigh] Oh, well. I guess after being absent for some 20-odd years I can't expect you to want to have a relationship with me. How much?
Maggie Feller: How much what?
Ella Hirsch: *Money*, Maggie! How much *money* were you hoping to get from me?
Maggie Feller: ...I don't know.
Ella Hirsch: Yes, you do.
Maggie Feller: I want to go to New York. Maybe act. I think I'd be good at it.
Ella Hirsch: humph, clearly!... How much do you need?
Maggie Feller: Three-grande.
Ella Hirsch: *That* you would not have found in the sock drawer... How much do you have?
[Maggie doesn't respond. Ella nods]
Ella Hirsch: I won't give you three-thousand dollars, but I'll do this; they need help down at the assisted living center. You get that job, stop loafing around here like a princess...
[Maggie scoffs]
Ella Hirsch: ... and I will match what you earn, penny for penny.
Maggie Feller: [Maggie stares at her, shocked] ... You would do that?
[Ella nods]
Maggie Feller: ... Why?
Ella Hirsch: [sighs] Because I'm your Grandmother