Dorothy: Ma, did you have a good time?
Sophia: Great. I even made a few bucks.
Blanche: How did you do that, Sophia?
Sophia: The place was packed with old geezers ripe for the picking. I charged them ten cents a dance.
Dorothy: Ma, you didn't!
Sophia: Please. I worked hard for that money. Half the time they'd fall asleep in the middle of a song. How would you like to hold Mr. Morelli up for two choruses of "Jeepers Creepers"?
Dorothy: Ma, you did all that for 10 cents?
Sophia: I know. It's worth a buck. But all these guys lived through the Depression. For a buck they expect a good time, a shoe shine and a full tank of gas.