Sophia: All right, Dorothy. Let's get out of here.
Dorothy: Ma, we have to pay our respects to the family. And listen, if you see Max, I don't want you making another scene like you did at the funeral.
Sophia: Scene? What scene? It's not my fault the klutz tripped over my foot and nearly fell into an open grave.
Dorothy: You didn't have to yell, "Start shoveling, boys!" as he tried to get up.