Jill is standing over the hospital bed, gazing at Mom who appears to be asleep. Mom opens her eyes and stares blankly at Jill.
Jill: Good morning!
Mom: I'm mad at you.
Mom: I hate you...
Jill: That's not a very nice thing to say.
Mom: I know it's not nice, but it's how I feel.
Jill (sounding slightly miffed): I know you're not in your right mind right now Mom, so you rest. I'm leaving because I don't care to hear this from you.
Jill mumbles to herself as she departs: (Act like a grown-up. She doesn't know what she's saying. Be the grown-up.)
Jill in the car: For the love of Mary, THIS SUCKS! $#@%&!!