Sophia: Where am I? I must be dead. Is this heaven? Sal? Is that you, Sal?
Man: Sorry, ma'am. Who's Sal?
Sophia: My husband. He's been waiting for me up here for a long time. Boy, you're pretty young. What brings a guy like you up here?
Man: A lunatic. I'm a police officer. See, I was working a political rally at the Civic Center when this madman pulls out a revolver and starts blasting away from the roof. I took a bullet pulling a baby carriage out of the line of fire. How 'bout you?
Sophia: Same.