Sophia: Dorothy, I guess we're sleeping together tonight.
Dorothy: Ma, I have a better idea. In my suitcase there are two tickets to Aruba. I think Stan owes us a little vacation, don't you?
Sophia: Aruba! I love Aruba. Where's Aruba?
Dorothy: Come on, Ma. Get goin'. We have a plane to catch.
Blanche: Oh, I've got the very things for you to take with ya. Here, let me get that.
Dorothy: Ugh! God, this has always been my worst nightmare.
Truby: A wedding falling apart at the last minute?
Dorothy: No, going on a honeymoon with my mother.