Sophia: I've been sitting in the backseat of the car for half an hour. What am I, a dachshund?
Dorothy: Ma, be careful. He has a gun.
Sophia: [grabs gun] This is a toy.
Blanche: He has been holding us hostage all this time with a toy gun?
Dorothy: I can't believe it.
Sophia: Neither can I. Dorothy, you call yourself an Italian? You can't tell the difference between a toy and a real piece? [hands the gun back to Santa]