Dorothy: Boy, what a relief.
Sophia: You're telling me. I thought I was a goner. It's incredible. You think you're dying, you feel death enter your body. The doctor comes, he says you're fine, you're ready to swim the English Channel.
Dorothy: I can't tell you how happy I am. I want you around for a long, long time.
Sophia: They'll have to murder me. Though, I must admit, I was a little excited about seeing your father again.
Dorothy: Ma, you feeling OK?
Sophia: I'll live. Listen, I'm sorry if I scared you.
Dorothy: Honey, don't worry about it. I'm just thrilled that you're OK and 'cause I'm happy that, you know, I'm your favorite.
Sophia: What are you talking about, favorite?
Dorothy: You know, you told me that I'm your favorite.
Sophia: Please! What favorite? Are you kidding? I thought I was dying. Favorite?