Stan: I need you, Dorothy! I want you! Without you, I'm nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing.
Dorothy: Stan, as much of a turn on as this is, get off the floor.
Stan: I belong on the floor if I've driven you out of my life. From this moment on, the floor is my home.
Dorothy: Enjoy.
Sophia: Dorothy!
Dorothy: I can explain, Ma-
Sophia: No need to, Pussycat. Let's move quick before the cops get here. You wipe for fingerprints, I'll get a shovel and a Hefty bag.
Stan: Sophia.
Sophia: Oh, great. It figures you couldn't finish the job. I'm gonna go get the toaster.