Sophia: Hey, Dorothy, can you believe it? Ten grand for this piece of junk. [drops the piece to the ground]
Dorothy: Oh! Oh, Ma!
Sophia: [laughing] You fell for it. This stuff kills me.
Security Guard: Excuse me, ma'am. You'll have to come with me. You just smashed a priceless Lichtenfein.
Sophia: Oh, no. I must have mixed the two up.
Dorothy: Oh, ma, ma. When are you gonna learn that you have to stop with these ridiculous practical jokes?
Sophia: I can't believe it. She fell for it again. You ought to have "yutz" tattooed on your forehead. Here you go.
You were brilliant, Harry.