Stan: Sophia's got a point. What am I gonna do?
Dorothy: Look, Stan, Ma's right. You're going to come here to recover. You can have my room. I'll move in with Ma until you're feeling better.
Stan: Sophia, Dorothy, you're the greatest. I don't know what to say.
Sophia: Is it just your heart that's clogged or your ears too? Let me start again. A half a pound of lox, a dozen bagels, assorted, no poppy, two prune Danish, six sour pickles and a container of cream cheese.