Dorothy: Ma, it's 8 o'clock in the morning, what are you doing with the sherry?
Sophia: Don't worry. I'm not gonna drink it. I was just going to hide it from the dog.
Dorothy: Ma, come on, you expect me to believe that?
[After Dorothy sets the bottle of sherry down on the kitchen table, the dog runs up and hops on a seat right in front of it]
Dorothy: Promise me you won't drive.