Sophia: T minus ten seconds, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, will you give it up? You are not dying.
Sophia: Eight, seven, six...
Dorothy: There is not going to be a doorbell or a pop.
Sophia: Five, four, three, two one.
Dorothy: There is not going to be anything. You see? Ten seconds, nothing happened. [doorbell] Oh, God! Ma, stop.
Sophia: Oh, suddenly somebody believes me.
Dorothy: Did I hear the bell? Listen, Rose, do me a favor. Look out the peephole and see who's at the door.
Rose: Sure, Dorothy. Gee, it's kinda hard to tell. All I can see is a fedora.
Dorothy: Oh, my God.