Sophia: Dorothy, all that stuff I said about preparing for a burial, forget it.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma. You finally came to your senses.
Sophia: Yes. I decided to be cremated instead.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma.
Sophia: Oh It's a great idea. My ashes can be divided among you, your brother, Phil, and your sister, Gloria. Nah, forget Gloria. I don't want to spread myself too thin.