Blanche: [clattering] Sophia, what's goin' on?
Sophia: Nothing. [clattering] Nothing! [clattering] Aha!
Blanche: Sophia? Sophia? Are you all right?
Sophia: I'm okay. I'm okay. But that antique chest of Dorothy's? She's not gonna like what you let me do to it.
Blanche: You just listen to what I'm tellin' you. You live under my roof, you live under my rules.
Sophia: Oh, live under this.
Blanche: Sophia, please. How am I supposed to keep you out of trouble? Why are you going through Dorothy's things?
Sophia: 'Cause I've already been through yours.