[flashback:]
Salvadore: Look, uh, here's two bucks. Would you lend me your tools while you're gone?
Mechanic: Help yourself, buddy.
Sophia: Salvadore, when you want a beer you ask me which end of the opener to use. What the hell are you gonna do with his tools?
Salvadore: Would you relax? I'll have us out of here in no time.
Papa Angelo: The same words he used when he moved you into that crummy cold-water flat 12 years ago.
Sophia: Papa, he's trying his best.
Papa Angelo: And that doesn't scare you?
Sophia: You're not being fair. You've never really given Salvadore a chance.
Papa Angelo: You know, I don't understand what you see in this man.
Sophia: It's not something I can explain. Everything you say about him is true. Lord knows, he's not terribly bright. He's not terribly good-looking and not much of a provider. But I love him anyway. I don't know why. It's the little things. You know what I mean?