Rose: So I don't know what to do. I tried to convince Myra that he's just a friend, but she wouldn't listen. She won't accept the divorce. I feel threatened.
Sophia: Oh, please, that's no threat. Where I come from, when someone wanted to make a point, they'd tie a string around your finger. Well, come to think of it, it wasn't a string, it was a piano wire. Actually, it wasn't your finger, it was your neck. Anyway, it was very popular. In fact, piano wire was our village's second biggest export. You know what our biggest export was?
Both: No.
Sophia: Too bad. I don't remember either. My God, I've left brain cells all over the Eastern Seaboard.