Rose: I can't believe it. Raymond called. He's got the flu and he can't take me to the big Valentine's Day dance. I guess I'll be keeping you company, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Why do you automatically assume that I don't have a date?
Sophia: She assumes there are seven days in a week.
Dorothy: Have a chocolate, Ma. The doctor didn't know what he was talking about when he said they were bad for you.