Dorothy: Hi, Ma.
Sophia: Hi, Dorothy. Bye, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Ma, come back. I wanna sit and have a little talk.
Sophia: Why?
Dorothy: Come on, now, would it hurt to spend a little time with your daughter?
Sophia: That remains to be seen.
Dorothy: Rose, would you excuse us just for a minute?
Rose: Sure. I know that tone of voice. [singsong] Somebody's gonna get it.