Postcards from the Edge1990

Suzanne:
Aw, shut up, Grandma.

Grandma:
I beg your pardon?

Suzanne:
I should think you would.

Grandma:
If your mother had given you a pop on the butt when you were little like I told her...

Suzanne:
I'm simply suggesting we all try to enjoy one another without having to assign blame.

Grandma:
Ooh, listen to Miss Snootybritches. "Assign blame," hee hee.

Grandma:
What do you think you're doing?

Suzanne:
I'm moving you out to the waiting room.

Grandma:
Well, you don't have to shove!

Doris:
If I thought I made you feel like that, I'd kill myself.

Suzanne:
Don't say that, Ma, even in jest. You're in a hospital, people might take it the wrong way.