An 80-year-old grandmother, tired of being her family's maid, wishes to be 18 again and magically becomes her grandson's college classmate. She aces the entrance exam, clashes with a spoiled roommate, and corrects the professor, while her family reels. Will she finally live for herself?
What's going on? My roommate threw out my stuff. She doesn't belong here. She's assigned to this room.
My father pays a fortune to this school. That doesn't let you evict people. Thank you, honey. And clean your own shoes.
Hey, thrift store girl. What's this? What's this? Your grandma's homework? Give it back. Oops!
You know what's funny? What? You've got expensive clothes, but nobody ever taught you manners. Whatever, freak! She's gonna regret that.
And the answer is zero. Excuse me, professor. Yes? You dropped a negative sign.
I beg your pardon? Third line, right there. Oh my God, she's correcting the professor. Come to the board.
If you're so smart, solve the whole thing. And if you're wrong, you can apologize to the entire class. Well, we're waiting. I know, sweetheart.
Wait. There you go. That's correct. No way!