Sophia: [singing] There's no one in the place except you and me. That's what we were singing that night. We were having a couple of Nyquil shooters and singing "One For My Baby." I remember.
Dorothy: Ma, you do?
Sophia: Yeah. I heard a smoke alarm, looked up, and saw flames coming out of the heater. Maria was confused. I grabbed her and the hot plate and ran out. It was the heater.
Herb Shrewsbury: Are you sure?
Rose: Sure I'm sure. It was the heater.
Herb Shrewsbury: You dig up that hot plate, Sophia, we'll go to the D.A. I think we've got enough evidence to get these charges dropped.
Dorothy: Ma, I am so proud of you. Now, honey, if you could just remember where you left the hot plate.
Sophia: I used it recently. Think, Sophia, think.
Rose: What's that smell? [alarm beeping]
Blanche: My God. That's the smoke alarm in Sophia's room.
Rose: Oh, no!
Sophia: Oh, yeah. Anyone for s'mores?