Sophia: Well, they cleaned me out, took everything I owned. All I have is what I have on.
Rose: They took your clothes?
Sophia: My clothes, my shoes, girdle, everything. Thank God I'm insured.
Dorothy: Ma, why in the world would they want your clothes?
Sophia: Who knows? Short girl robber, travels a lot, likes drip-dry. It's OK. I'm thrilled. I hated my clothes. I need new clothes.
Dorothy: They didn't take them, Ma. You hid them. Now, where are your clothes?
Sophia: Maybe I buried them.