Dorothy: Ma, we need to talk. I waited up for you until two in the morning. And you still weren't home.
Sophia: Oh, yeah. Gertie and I and some of the girls went to Wolfie's to pick up guys.
Dorothy: I called Wolfie's at 11. You weren't there.
Sophia: Guess who got lucky?
Dorothy: Oh, God.
Sophia: What can I tell you? A couple of egg creams, the fluorescent lights, and a retired jeweler named Schlomo all conspired to make a night of enchantment.