Sophia: Well, I'm off.
Dorothy: That would be my diagnosis.
Sophia: No, I mean I'm going out.
Dorothy: Ma, put down the binoculars.
Sophia: No, I need them. I lost my glasses, and I'm not supposed to drive without them.
Dorothy: Let's analyze this for a moment. You're now what, about 200 years old?
Sophia: About.
Dorothy: You have no license. You're not allowed to drive.
Sophia: Curses!