Where is this going?

Gma: *holding a newly polished silver plate* There, now doesn't that look nice?
Sandi: Yeah it does. I can see you in it.
Gma: I think I'm going to go put it in the bathroom and put pretties on it.
Sandi: You go do that.
Gma: Well what the hell do you think i just said you little bitch?
Sandi: huh?
Gma: He gave me exorcises to do, you know like push-ups and such.
Sandi: For what?
Gma: My guitar. I don't think he has much hope in me.


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Sandi: Did you put it in the bathroom yet?
Gma: No it's in the front room. but I am going to
Sandi: *mocking* I am going to
Gma: You shut up sandi.


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Gma:
*looking at her cake in the oven*
Oh beautiful! for spacious skies
my country 'tis of thee my cake is very pleased.