Mr. Barton: Where's the old lady?
Blanche: Ah-ha!
Sophia: You looking for me, mouth?
Dorothy: Ma. I'm glad you're here, Mr. Barton. I went down to the courthouse this morning and-
Mr. Barton: Look, this isn't a social call. This morning, when I got in my car, somebody let the air out of my tire. I know she did it!
Rose: Well, that's ridiculous!
Mr. Barton: If I catch her on my property, I'm gonna have her arrested.
Dorothy: Oh, Mr. Barton, I assure you, my mother had nothing to do with your tires. It was just a coincidence.
Sophia: Coincidence, my eye. [makes curse gesture]