Dorothy: Ma, you were driving? What is wrong with you? What, do you have some sort of a death wish?
Sophia: No, I have a life wish. I've seen the white light. Now that I know there's a place for me on the other side, I'm not gonna live in fear anymore. Pussycat, what's that on your blouse? [Sophia flicks Dorothy's face as she looks down] See? I laugh in the face of death. [laughing exaggeratedly]