Dorothy: Rose, we have to talk. Look, the food dish is overturned, there is a hole in the newspaper, the potted palm in the hallway has been dug up. I cannot live like this.
Sophia: Dorothy, please don't send me away. I'll try harder.
Dorothy: I'm talking about the dog.
Sophia: Oh. In that case, I also saw him slip two 20s out of your purse.