Thorn: Ma’am, let me escort you off the premises, and this can be easy.
Gloriosa: Oh, you misunderstood! It’s not me who lives here, it’s my son!
I thought I’d drop in and surprise him . . . I don’t get to see him, or my sweet grandchildren, often enough . . . But the key-code on my smartcrystal isn’t working!
I bet you anything that awful woman he married changed it behind his back to keep us out —
Why, I hate to speak ill of anyone, but she’s determined to drive a wedge between my baby and his loving parents! Can you imagine?
Thorn: Ma’am, I’m going to need you to walk away now. Come along.
Kale (thinking): She’s talking about Thorn’s sister, right? She must not recognize him . . . at least, I hope she doesn’t . . .