Stan: I only meant that the operation is a very common procedure. Everything's gonna turn out just fine. On the other hand, they are going to crack open my chest and slice my heart like the lox platter at Wolfie's.
Sophia: Good, someone's going for lox. Get bagels, an assortment.
Dorothy: Ma, Stanley's having bypass surgery on Friday.
Sophia: So? I'm not asking him to walk. He can take the car. And, Stan, no poppy seeds. They get caught under my dentures.
Stan: Sophia, at least you could pretend that you're concerned.
Sophia: Really, I'm worried sick. Also, a half a dozen sour pickles and two prune Danish. I want the lox to visit, not set up shop there.