Sophia: Rose, we have to talk.
Rose: Forget it, Sophia. I'm not talking to you. What you did is the worst thing you've ever done to me.
Sophia: Oh, come on. Worse than the time I buried you up to your neck in sand and let the children throw baseballs at you for 25 cents?
Rose: Well, I can't hold that against you. That was for charity.
Sophia: Yeah, right, charity.