Sophia: [on the phone] Uh-huh. Yeah. Right. 6:00 at Mildred's. We're putting together a list of demands to present to that scuzzball, McCracken. Good. Oh, and, Edna, bring some sherry. Nobody bought that glaucoma story when you whipped out that reefer last time. No. No, you can't put it in brownies. I said no reefers. Okay? Good-bye.
Rose: You know, Sophia, the problems you're having at work remind me of something that happened in St. Olaf.
Sophia: Please, dust reminds you of something in St. Olaf. I got work to do.