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Interior kitchen. Sophia is sitting at the kitchen table admiring an antique kaleidoscope.
Dorothy enters from the Living Room door.
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Sophia |
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Oh Dorothy I'm glad you're home. I was just upstairs poking around in the attic and look what I found...
you're grandmother's antique kaleidoscope. Here, take a look.
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Dorothy |
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Ma, you must really think I'm stupid.
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Sophia |
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What, we don't have an attic?
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Dorothy walks over to the kitchen sink.
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Dorothy |
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I am not falling for this. It's another one of your practical jokes.
If I look through that, I'll get charcoal all around my eye.
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Sophia |
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All right Dorothy, fine. Why don't we just call a truce with a
nice piece of peanut brittle.
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Sophia extends a canister of peanut brittle to Dorothy. Dorothy walks
towards the table.
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Dorothy |
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Come on ma, the peanut brittle is an even older gag than the kaleidoscope.
I'll open the can, snakes will come out. Honey, face it. I am too smart
for you. I am not falling for any more of your practical jokes.
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Dorothy sits down at the table and collapses a whoopee cushion, causing
an embarrassing flatulent sound. Dorothy's face remains stunned and shocked
for several seconds. Sophia really laughs it up.
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Except for this whoopee cushion.
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Dorothy gets up from that seat and moves to another. Sophia opens the can
of peanut brittle, takes out a piece and puts it in her mouth triumphantly.
Blanche enters from the back Kitchen entrance.
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Blanche |
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Well, you will not believe what happened to me today. I still do not believe
it myself and you won't believe it either.
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Blanche |
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I don't want to talk about it.
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Blanche exits through the Kitchen door into the Living Room.
Cut to:
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