Sophia: You're acting like a jerk.
Dorothy: Thanks, Ma. Thanks. That really makes me feel a lot better.
Sophia: Don't get smart with your mother! Listen, Dorothy, I love you dearly, but you're not the first woman to be dumped by her husband.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, Ma, it's not what he did. I mean, I've learned to live with that. It's the way he did it. The least he could have done was tell me to my face.
Sophia: If you're so angry with him, tell him. You don't have to kill him.
Dorothy: I know. But I want to.
Sophia: Dorothy, anger is a lot like a piece of shredded wheat caught under your dentures. If you leave it there, you get a blister and you gotta eat Jell-O all week. If you get rid of it, the sore heals, and you feel better.
Dorothy: Anger is like a piece of shredded wheat?
Sophia: You want poetry, you listen to Neil Diamond. You want good advice? You listen to your mother.
Dorothy: Maybe you're right.
Sophia: Of course I'm right. You think I got this old by being stupid?
Dorothy: You know, you're the greatest mother in the world.
Sophia: Tell me something I don't know.