Dorothy: Oh, the Pope is saying a mass on his stopover here. Ma got two tickets. We're going together. Oh, a papal mass is something people wait a lifetime for.
Sophia: Whoops.
Dorothy: "Whoops"? Is that Pope-related, or just another bark in the kennel?
Sophia: The Pope. I traded our two bad tickets way in the back for one good ticket way up front.
Dorothy: Well, Ma, what about me?
Sophia: Uh, I thought about that. This is the plan. We'll get one of those really long overcoats, I'll stand on your shoulders, and...
Dorothy: And what? Blend in with the circus folk?