Sophia: Boy, Dorothy, it's good you got over your fear of flying.
Dorothy: Oh, right.
Sophia: The way you used to carry on. Remember when we went to your Uncle Michael's wedding in Arizona? Right before we boarded the plane, you threw yourself on the ground, kicking and screaming.
Dorothy: It was a little embarrassing.
Sophia: I'll say. You were 48 years old.
Dorothy: Well, it's all behind me now. I tell you, I really feel very comfortable on planes.
Sophia: Good, because you'll probably have to take a dinky little plane to the Bahamas. They flutter, they shimmy, they wobble... You got a lot of guts, Dorothy. I'm proud of you.
Dorothy: Oh, thanks, Ma. Please don't let them take me!