Blanche: So you're not going to tell us what happened?
Sophia: Nope.
Rose: Well, Sophia, that's your choice, but I think you're making a mistake. You see, the same thing happened in my family once. My cousin Astrid-
Sophia: All right, all right. I'll tell you what happened. Picture it. New York City. Christmas, 1955. Francesca Ragouso's annual Christmas bash. Everyone was there including the neighborhood heartthrob Salvadore de Milo. All the women adore Salvadore. Mainly because he's the only guy in the room with a neck. Anyway, I'm feeling a little queasy. Francesca makes a great party, but she bakes a manicotti you could anchor a boat with. So I go upstairs for a seltzer when suddenly Salvadore grabs me from behind and begins passionately kissing me. Being a respectable married woman, I cop a few good feels, push him away and run back to the party. But I have to tell someone what happened. So I tell the only person in the world I trust, my sister Angela. Five minutes later, everybody at the party is talking about it. So I drag Angela into the pantry and ask her how she could betray her own sister. We have a big fight, she denies everything and we never speak again.
Blanche: But, Sophia, honey, that was 30 years ago. Isn't it time to forgive and forget?
Sophia: Forget I do plenty. I never forgive.