Fuck off, Will.
Is panhandling in Manhattan, so obviously some guy in a suit is immediately like, "Long Island? Will this twenty dollar bill get you there or should we hit up the ATM? I just like helping strangers."
SOFIA'S CLOSET AGAIN
Still rockin' her weird accent, Sofia googles and goggles over Mia's dress. It's a nice dress, she wears it well, but Sofia has clearly been drinking all day. She stands behind Mia in the mirror, touching her all over in an adorable mom way that really throws ol' Mia.
"When you were a little tiny baby, you had the most delicious rolls of fat right in the middle of your thighs, right here and here. And now look at you. My baby's this gorgeous creature! They were absolutely scrumptious!"
Mia: "Do you think Kyle will like this dress?"
Sofia: "Anyone would love you in that dress. That's why you have to be careful. Vivian never understood that."
Mia: "I sincerely doubt Kyle is going to shoot me up with heroin and leave me in a motel."
Sofia: "I believe your instincts. I don't want you to ever doubt yourself or your choices."
Mia: "Just everybody else."
Sofia: "There are plenty of people in the world who are for real. Maybe Kyle's one of them, sure. But caution is a skill best learned early. It doesn't mean you're bad, just smart."
Mia: "I have met a lot of people who wanted to be around me for the wrong reasons. I know what they look like. They look like my drug dealing clients. They look like their hair is made of carpet. And anyway, considering you were Dad's assistant before you hooked up I'm sure people made assumptions about you."
Sofia: "You bet your ass. But your Dad knew I was for real. And then you came along..."
It gets weird: "And anyone who couldn't see how much I loved you is not worth thinking about, are they?"
Which makes no sense in context, but adds a lot of texture to the red herring idea that Sofia would kill Vivian (or Samantha) to keep Mia (or the Tater Tots) close. It's a fairly on-the-nose way to keep her in the mix as a suspect -- childless second wife obsesses on the family's babies because her stepkids were all grown up by the time she arrived and mostly seem to hate her anyway -- but when you're constructing a parlor mystery like this it's enough to make sure that people with lamer motive, like Sofia, balance it out by being utterly fascinating.