Sophia: Dorothy, I don't know if you recognize him without his leather apron, but this is Erroll. He's our shoe repair guy. I told him you're dying to go out with him.
Dorothy: I'm sorry you made the trip for nothing. My mother refuses to accept the fact that I am getting married in three days.
Erroll: So, uh, what are you doin' tonight?
Dorothy: Goodbye, Erroll. Ma!
Sophia: Dorothy, he's perfect for you. He knows your shoe size and he doesn't care.