Dorothy: Ma. Ma. He's not old. He's a perfectly healthy young man.
Sophia: Just be home before midnight, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Excuse me, sir.
Jimmy: Go away.
Dorothy: Just a minute. You're not old, you're not ill. You're no slave to fashion. Why are you taking this food?
Jimmy: Well, I'm hungry and I'm on the list. Who do you think you are?
Dorothy: Sergeant Zbornak, Food Police. Now, look, I don't want any trouble. Just hand over that turkey loaf.
Jimmy: No, you can't. I need this food. Except for the carrot-raisin salad. I've never understood carrot-raisin salad.