Dorothy: Wait, where's the cake? Rose, did you take it out?
Rose: I haven't even seen it yet.
Dorothy: Ma, what did you do with the cake?
Sophia: I didn't do anything. I haven't seen it yet, either.
Dorothy: What do you mean you haven't seen it? You were supposed to bake it!
Sophia: I was?
Dorothy: Oh, Ma! You forgot!
Sophia: I didn't forget. I wanted to make sure it was fresh. I'll bake it now.
Blanche: Oh, honey, Roberta is going to be here in 45 minutes. I don't think you have time to bake a cake.
Sophia: 45 minutes! In 45 minutes, I can bake two cakes and knit you a sweater! Out of my way. The maestro approaches the podium.