George

You're my mother! What wouldn't I do for you?

Estelle

You know what you could do? I haven't eaten lunch or dinner. I can't eat this hospital food. Maybe you could run down to the deli and get me a sandwich..

George

(Smiling) You got it, Ma. (She smiles back, nodding) A little later. (George sits back in a nearby chair, looking at the divider in anticipation)

Estelle

(Let down) Could you go now, George? I'm very hungry. I'm weak.

George

Well, wait a little while, Ma. What's the difference?