Dorothy: I have some incredible news!
Sophia: You've been traded to the Rams?
Dorothy: Do you know that nasty butcher down at the deli?
Rose: The little guy with four fingers?
Dorothy: That's him. I don't know, but every time I order roast beef, he cheats me. I don't know how he does it. I stand and watch as he slices a big, juicy roast beef, but when I get home, I find these crummy, little, hard pieces, you know, from the end? Anyway, today I went in with a positive attitude. I told myself, "This man is my friend and I know he is going to give me a good cut of meat." Look.
Rose: It's a miracle!
Sophia: Oh, great. Pilgrims are gonna be showing up to kiss Dorothy's luncheon meat.