Sofie's trailer. She enters, carrying a giant pillow, and gives her mother a frighteningly creepy Norman Bates stare before sitting down for a nice little chat.

Sofie: Good morning, mother.
Mommatose: Good morning, my dear.
Sofie: You thought that was pretty funny last night, didn't you?
Mommatose: Well, I don't know about "funny." I was kinda turned on, though. I mean, we all go a little lesbian sometimes, right?
Sofie: You know what I'm talking about. Don't bother denying it.
Mommatose: Oh, you're the one in denial, my dear. How's the weather in that closet, anyway?
Sofie: Making the worm move? That was a nice touch.
Mommatose: Aw, thanks. I thought so, too. I'd also like to add that it was the sight of an obvious phallic symbol jiggling that made you almost want to vomit. Are you really too stupid to figure out what that means?
Sofie: I've been thinking you could use a haircut. It's 1934 and long hair just isn't in style anymore. We've gotta bring you up to the times.
Mommatose: Oh, come on! Short hair? Phallus phobia? Isn't any of this adding up for you?

Sofie finally puts that giant pillow behind Mommatose's head, thus answering the "Will she smother her or not?" question. Instead, she pulls out a pair of scissors and starts snipping away.