Sophia: I just poured you a nice glass of orange juice.
Dorothy: Thank you. It was very nice of you. [Sophia laughs] Ma! Is this a dribble glass?
Sophia: Yeah. It works better when all that pulp doesn't clog up the dribble hole.
Dorothy: Well, why did you do this?
Sophia: Murray Hazeltine. He won't quit with the practical jokes. I decided I'm gonna give him a taste of his own medicine.
Dorothy: Do I look like Murray Hazeltine?
Sophia: A little around the eyebrows. But that's not the point. I've got to make sure I have the perfect gag before I spring it on him. Aw, I'm sorry, pussycat. No hard feelings?
Dorothy: Oh, okay, Ma. No hard feelings.
[As Dorothy shakes Sophia's hand, she recoils in shock after a buzzing noise]