Dorothy: Ma, I wanna talk to you about the trip.
Sophia: Yeah, I wanna talk about the same thing. I'm not going.
Dorothy: What?
Sophia: Don't faint, but you were right when you said I should go out and make new friends, so I took your advice. I met some nice people at the center, and this weekend we're all going to Cancun. It looks like you and what's-his-name will have to go to the Bahamas without me.
Dorothy: You just met these people, and you're all going to Cancun?
Sophia: Yeah. One of them has a condo down there.
Dorothy: Ma, you were listening at the door last night, weren't you?
Sophia: No, no. I swear on your father's grave. Or what used to be your father's grave. Now it's a Der Wienerschnitzel. But he always liked their pups, so I never made a fuss.