She is not 28. Please remember that the next time you show her some respect.

Molly Gunn:

I'm so sorry, Mrs Schleine. Roma Schleine:
Thanks for coming, Miss Gunn. Molly Gunn:
Are you kidding? Nothing could keep me away at a time like this. Roma Schleine:
[she places a check in front of Molly]
Last week's pay and a month's severance. Molly Gunn:
Severance? Roma Schleine:
We're letting you go. Molly Gunn:
We? Roma Schleine:
That's right. Me and Ray. We. Goodnight, Miss Gunn. Molly Gunn:
I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving without an explanation. Roma Schleine:
I don't know what's been going on between you and my daughter, but she has made it clear that she never wants to see you again. Molly Gunn:
She must be going out of her mind with grief. Roma Schleine:
Actually, she's taking it rather well. I was at my afternoon staff meeting when I got the news about my husband. I came home to find Ray doing her homework. She's been very calm and level-headed about this whole affair. Molly Gunn:
You call that taking it well? Do you know what étage your daughter's at in ballet, Mrs Schleine? Or that she was banned from her science class for stealing a formaldehyde pig so she could give it a proper burial on central park? And the tea set you got her - it's exquisite and beautiful, but do you know how she likes to have her tea, how many lumps - one lump, two - cream, sugar? Roma Schleine:
And the point of your little tirade is... Molly Gunn:
That you're right. You don't know what goes on between me and Ray because you don't know very much about your own daughter. Roma Schleine:
I know my daughter well enough to respect her wishes. Molly Gunn:
You don't give her respect. You give her whatever she asks for so that you don't have to deal wit her. She's eight years old. [tears her check] Molly Gunn:
She is not 28. Please remember that the next time you show her some respect. [storms out]