Rose: What would you do?
Dorothy: For my children, I wouldn't even have to think. I mean, I'd give them both of my kidneys. I'd cut 'em out myself.
Rose: Me too. I'd give them my heart.
Sophia: I'd give to all my children, except Phil.
Dorothy: Why not Phil?
Sophia: Because he never calls, he never writes. I only hear from him at Christmas when he sends me a cheddar cheese nativity scene. I'm Catholic. I can't spread a wise man on a Ritz cracker.