Dorothy: My lasagna never tastes as good as Ma's, she says that's because I don't sing my marinara sauce. That's her secret, she sings opera to her sauce, except at Christmas then she sings Nat King Cole. (starts crying)
Stan: I love your lasagna.
Dorothy: You're just saying that to make me feel better.
Stan: Is it working?
Dorothy: (regaining composure) Like a charm.