Sophia: Dorothy, you'll have to do the Dance of the Virgins by yourself.
Dorothy: Oh come on, Ma.
Sophia: You remember, it's just like the bunny hop except you have your legs crossed.
Dorothy: Ma you're making that up!
Sophia: I'm adding to it. Once a year the women of my village gathered for this festival, they danced, they laughed, they ate, it was a chance for mothers and daughters to be together. (to Rebecca) Don't do this to your mother, Rebecca, don't let your daughter grow up never knowing her grandma. I'm 85 and I'm still thankful for all the memories I have of my grandchildren.