Rose: Boy, Charlie must really be upset about me accepting Miles' ring. Oh, God, if I could just talk to him one more time. I would give every last cent I have.
Sophia: [raising her arms and mimicking Charlie] Wait, Rose.
Rose: What, Sophia?
Sophia: It's not Sophia. It's Charlie. I'm in the old lady's body.
Rose: Come on, Sophia, you're full of- Fruit salad. Charlie? Charlie, I want to believe it's you. Tell me something that only the two of us would know.
Sophia: Don't take any wooden nickels.
Rose: Oh, my God, it is you!