Martha: I'd like to drink a toast. To Sophia, whom I hope I can count on.
Sophia: For what? Get your lips off Harvey and tell me what you want!
Martha: Since you mentioned it, I want you to do something for me. I want you to come over to my place tomorrow night.
Sophia: Oh, what, is it your birthday?
Martha: Sophia, there aren't going to be any more birthdays.
Sophia: What are you telling me?
Martha: I have so many things wrong with me: arthritis, high blood pressure, angina, just to mention a few.
Sophia: Who doesn't? You can't get into a canasta game unless you have at least two debilitating diseases.