Sophia: Ow! My nose!
Blanche: Sophia, are you all right, honey?
Sophia: Wonderful, wonderful. I always wanted to have a nose like Joe Frazier.
Dorothy: Ma, how long were you listening at the door?
Sophia: I wasn't listening at the door.
Dorothy: Oh, then why was your face pressed against the crack?
Rose: That's what the crow said!
Dorothy: Get out!