Blanche: Have you decided what to do about Al?
Rose: No. I'm just as confused as ever.
Vincenzo: [Italian]
Sophia: Vincenzo says he thinks he has a solution to your problem.
Rose: Really? Well, translate for me, Sophia.
Sophia: Well, I'm a little bit rusty, but I think he said, "Picture it: Sicily 1939. The war is on. A promising young architect is offered a job to spearhead construction of a new wing at the Vatican."
Dorothy: Wait a minute, Ma. You say your Italian is rusty, but you know the word for "spearhead"?
Sophia: It was my brother's nickname for a while as a child. Anyway, the young man is torn. Taking the train to Rome means running the risk of enemy bombs. But staying home means passing up a chance to make history!
Dorothy: Boy, he certainly packs a lot of meaning into a few words.
Sophia: Aw, shut up! In the end, he chooses safety. It's a decision he still regrets half a century later. His conclusion: Life without risk is no life at all.