Sophia: That's it! I'm out of here!
Dorothy: Ma, what's the matter?
Sophia: I can't sleep! All night long, tossing and turning! I'd get more rest on Space Mountain!
Dorothy: I'm sorry, Ma. I can't help it.
Sophia: I could live with the tossing and turning. Your cold feet are what's driving me crazy! It's like having two size-nine Fudgesicles pressed up against my butt.