Sophia: Hey, Sam. What's that you're playing?
Sam: Oh, just a little something.
Sophia: Stop it. You know what I want to hear.
Sam: No, I don't.
Sophia: You played it for her. You can play it for me.
Sam: But I don't think that I-
Sophia: If she can stand it, so can I. Now play.
Sam: OK. You're the boss. [playing piano and singing] It's a world of laughter It's a world of tears It's a world of hopes And a world of fears There's so much that we share That it's time we're aware It's a small world after all...
Dorothy: Ma.
Sophia: Of all the saloons and gin joints in the world, she had to walk into mine.