Dorothy: Oh, Dr. Harris, thank God you're here. Here she is.
Dr. Harris: So, what's this, Sophia? I hear we're not feeling well.
Sophia: We? What are you, a partner?
Dr. Harris: Where's the pain?
Sophia: My heart.
Dr. Harris: Show me where.
Sophia: Here. You hungry? You want some food? We got a lot left over. Dorothy, fix him a plate.
Dorothy: Later, Ma.
Dr. Harris: Now, breathe normally.
Sophia: Later I could be dead. I won't know whether he liked it.
Dr. Harris: Sophia, please. I can't hear and I ate at my mother's.
Sophia: What did you eat?
Dr. Harris: Kreplach.
Sophia: You're Jewish?
Dr. Harris: All right now, relax.
Sophia: How come so many doctors are Jewish?
Dr. Harris: Because their mothers are.