[Sophia enters the kitchen wearing a large pair of black sunglasses]
Dorothy: Ladies and gentlemen, Roy Orbison. Ma, where did you get those glasses?
Sophia: They're an old pair of Pop's, but at least they've got prescription lenses.
Dorothy: I know you can't possibly see through them. Now, take them off before you hurt yourself.
Sophia: No, they're great. I see just fine. Who's the black guy?