Blanche: Those sounds were coming from that urn with Mrs. Claxton in it.
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, now you were dreaming. I'm telling you, this house is possessed by her spirit.
Sophia: Morning.
Blanche: Sophia, listen. Last night, in the middle of the night, about two in the morning, did you hear some awful, terrible, ghastly sounds?
Sophia: Heard 'em? I made 'em. There's a reason for expiration dates on cottage cheese. My kingdom for an Alka-Seltzer.