Rose: Sonny Bono and Lyle Waggoner! Dorothy, this is an embarrassment of riches!
Dorothy: I wanted to tell you sooner, but, well, I was afraid that you might not believe me.
Sophia: And why should we, Miss Junior Prom 1946?
Dorothy: Ma, you promised.
Sophia: "Dating the quarterback," she says. Buys her own corsage, spends the evening hiding in the basement, slow-dancing with a rake. Would've gotten away with it, too, but while giving herself hickeys with a vacuum cleaner, she stepped into a puddle.
Dorothy: To most mothers, that would be a cry for affection. To you, it's just ammo.