Sophia: I need your help tonight for a charity.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, honey. I have a date.
Sophia: You call that a date? Thyroid Freddie? His eyes bug right out of his head. He looks like he's being choked.
Dorothy: Now stop it. Freddie is a fine man. You know, When he was younger, he could've been an astronaut, except for, well, you know, that eye thing.