Francine Fishpaw:
[visiting La Rue in the hospital]
Hello, Mother. Feeling any better today?
La Rue:
How can I feel better with a drunken miser as a daughter?
Francine Fishpaw:
Shut up, Mother! For 44 years, I've tried to be a good daughter to you and all I've gotten in return is abuse. I've given you money - thousands and thousands of dollars - and still it's not enough! Well, I've had it! You can rot in that wheelchair for all I care!
[storms out of the room]
La Rue:
[faking a heart attack]
The pain, the pain! My heart! She's giving me a heart attack! Oh God, help! Help!
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