Rose: Hi, Sophia, I thought you'd be on your way to Cancun by now.
Sophia: Me, too. Someone was supposed to pick me up an hour ago. I can't figure out what's taking so long.
Dorothy: Ma, when are you going to stop? Now, look, you're not going anywhere, so why don't you just put down your suitcase and you and I will go see a movie.
Sophia: You go to a movie. In a few hours, I'll be basking on a beautiful white beach, trying to keep the sand out of my wrinkles.