Sophia: Dorothy, I'm glad you're home. I was just upstairs poking around the attic and look what I found. Your grandmother's antique kaleidoscope. Here. Take a look.
Dorothy: Ma, you must really think I'm stupid.
Sophia: What, we don't have an attic?
Dorothy: I am not falling for this. It's another one of your practical jokes. If I look through that, I'll get charcoal around my eye.
Sophia: All right, Dorothy. Fine. Why don't we just call a truce with a nice piece of peanut brittle?
Dorothy: Come on, Ma. The peanut brittle is an even older gag than the kaleidoscope. I'll open the can, snakes will come out. Honey, face it, I am too smart for you. I am not falling for more of your practical jokes.
[As Dorothy sits down, an expulsion of air is heard]
Dorothy: Except for this whoopee cushion.
[Sophia opens the can of peanut brittle and enjoys a bite]