Sophia: So, are you reading from a prepared statement, or are you feeling cocky enough to wing it?
Gladys: I came because I was thinking, at our age, the last thing you say to somebody might be the last thing you say. So I just want you to know that I'm sorry, Sophia. I want to take you to the concert.
Sophia: Buby.
Gladys: Faccia bella.
Sophia: Dorothy, learn from this. This is what friendships are built on: loyalty, mutual respect, trust. Give me my ticket. What? Gladys, you yutz. These aren't for Tony Bennett. They're for Tony Martin.
Gladys: Of course they're for Tony Martin. You think I'd camp overnight for tickets to Tony Bennett?
Sophia: Tell you what, sweetheart. Take Milton. Have a swell time. Only this time, don't throw your underwear on the stage.
Gladys: Then why go?
Sophia: Oh, why couldn't they put Tony Bennett and Tony Martin on the same bill? Ah, who am I kidding? There will never be another Woodstock.