Dorothy: Oh, morning, Ma.
Sophia: Dorothy, when was the last time you had sex?
Dorothy: It's a very personal question.
Sophia: That long, huh? Perfect. Then you shall be the queen of the Festival of the Dancing Virgins.
Dorothy: Ma, what are you talking about?
Sophia: Once a year, the women of my village threw a festival to recapture their virginity. It gives you a chance to say to the man in your life, "What kind of tramp do you take me for?"