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!

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Ragazze vincenti (1992)

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