Dorothy: It's a shame he has to go back to Sicily so soon. It would have been nice if the two of you had more time together.
Sophia: I'm glad you said that because he wants me to go back with him.
Dorothy: What?
Sophia: Not for good. Just for the San Genero festival. That's where we met, 65 years ago. I want to go back.
Dorothy: Oh, gee, Ma. I'm sorry, honey, but I can't let you go.
Sophia: Who's asking your permission? I'm going anyway.
Dorothy: Ma, look, I absolutely forbid it! Come on, you've had a stroke, you have high blood pressure. It would be lunacy to risk your health this way! Listen, you are not the woman you used to be. I'd feel terrible if something happened to you.
Sophia: At my age, I can't worry about that. This is special. I've made up my mind! I'm going.
Dorothy: Oh, then I'm wasting my breath. You're a grown woman. I can't tell you what to do.
Sophia: I know. Now lend me $1,200 for the airfare.