Sophia: Relax, Dorothy. I probably left it at Sonny's place.
Dorothy: Of course you did, right next to his body.
Sophia: How did you know?
Dorothy: Ma! It's all over the front page of today's paper.
Sophia: Oh. That's not Sonny. That's a dead guy.
Blanche: Of course he is, if you carried out that vendetta.
Sophia: What are you talking about? This was an '80s vendetta. It was all symbolic. You find the guy, drop a fish on his doorstep, boom, you wash your hands of the whole thing.
Dorothy: Ma, wait a minute. If that's all you did, how come your purse is still over there?
Sophia: Oh, well, maybe I did leave one thing out. While I was giving Sonny the evil eye, I noticed he was kinda cute. So, I decided to work in a little kiss of death too. Well, that livened him up, and we spent a very pleasant afternoon.
Blanche: Oh!
Dorothy: Ma, you are incredible.
Sophia: Those were Sonny's words exactly.