Dorothy: My God, Ma! This looks real!
Sophia: It is real. You think he'd wear his fakes in public like Zsa Zsa?
Dorothy: But, Ma, how did this happen?
Sophia: Picture it. The papal mass. A few hours ago. I want to cop a blessing for Agnes, so I sneak into the crippled and lame section.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, how could you?
Sophia: With a pronounced limp. The Pope finally arrives, I bend down to kiss his ring. Just then, security comes and whisks him away. He leaves the ring behind as a memento.
Dorothy: Ma, you stole the Pope's ring?
Sophia: It slipped off. You know, for God's representative on Earth, he sure has sweaty palms.