Sophia: My heart! My heart! Everything has gone black. I'm coming to you, Sallie.
Dorothy: Ma! Oh, God! Oh, God. Oh, God! Hang on, Ma! Oh, please, please, hang on!
Sophia: [normally] All right, but you have to do me a favor.
Dorothy: To the moon, Ma. If you wanted a favor, you could just ask.
Sophia: There are only two things I look forward to each day, and both of them involve yankin' a chain.