Quote from Ida in Ida's Dance
Lois: Does it have to be so hot? It's, like, 95 degrees in here. Gorga: Yes, we'll turn on the air-conditioning and let the tart collapse so you can live like a movie star. Marica: Let's see how you did. Lois: No, it's not done yet. I was nine hours into it when you made me start over because the almonds weren't facing Vadutz. Gorga: You made vomit. Ida: The Saint killed our enemies, then went to hell to ask Jesus to increase the severity of their punishment, and you reward him with vomit? Marica: You might as well wipe yourself with the beard of the Most Holy Patriarch. Lois: Why is my tart vomit? Ida: Stop your temper tantrum! Gorga: Look here. The 15th layer you put apricots. Is that correct? Ida: The Saint didn't slaughter the peacemakers on the 15th. He waited till the 16th when they trusted him. Lois: This thing has, like, 35 layers. Who's gonna know where the apricots are? Gorga: So if you steal and no one knows, that makes it okay? Ida: I taught her better than that, till my arm was going to fall off. Gorga: She has to start over. Lois: What? This is ridiculous. [the ladies stub their cigarettes out in Lois's tart] Gorga: Don't blame yourself, Ida. Ida: She was born rotten. That's why the goat refused to breast-feed her. Lois: Can I at least have a rag to tie around my head to keep the sweat out of my eyes? Gorga: Yes, Your Majesty.