Dorothy: You look tired, Ma.
Sophia: Rose kept me up all night.
Dorothy: Oh, why?
Sophia: I don't know. She was afraid of the storm. Three in the morning, she knocks on my door, crying, begging, pleading to get into bed with me. Just like your father used to do before we got married.
Dorothy: So what did you do?
Sophia: I told him, "You're not getting anything till you put a ring on my finger and a donkey in my father's barn!"
Dorothy: Not Pop, Rose!
Sophia: I told her to get the hell out of my room.