Sophia: Now try the veal piccata. You'll weep.
Mr. Mitsumo: Sophia, very sweet.
Sophia: Toshiro, can I make a confession? You bring out the beast in me. I know. I know you look at me, you think, "There's a chick who gets around." But that's not true. Until I met you, I didn't even know I still had those feelings. You made me realize there's a lot of wisdom in what the Sicilians say about the old olive tree. Although it's ancient and gnarled, and not much to look at, it still has the tastiest, plumpest olives. Toshiro, how about an olive?
Mr. Mitsumo: Olive?
Sophia: Look, I realize you don't understand most of this. But that's OK. I was married 45 years. My husband spoke perfect English, never understood a word I said. Toshiro, I think it's time you learned some English. Lesson number one. Kiss. [phone rings] Who the hell is this? Dorothy, nice to hear from you. How's the vacation? Good. Well, nothing's happening here. Take care.
Mr. Mitsumo: Lesson number one. Kiss.