Dorothy: Where is the jacket, Ma?
Sophia: I gave it to the guy from thriftshop.
Blanche: You what?
Dorothy: Let's go. We've got to get down there before they sell it.
Sophia: What's the big deal? It's only a crummy old old jacket.
Rose: We put the winning lottery ticket in the pocket.
Sophia: Start the engine and open the door. I'll jump in at the bottom of the driveway.