Ruth: You know I don't like that, Rose.
Cal: She knows. We'll both have the lamb... Rare, with very little mint sauce. Hmm... You like lamb, right, sweet pea?
When Rose lights a cigarette and her mother objects, Rose blows the smoke in her mother's face. Cal pulls the cigarette from it's holder and puts it out, then orders her meal for her.
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