Blanche: All right, Dorothy. I'm ready. Now tell me your bad news.
Dorothy: My mother is leaving. She's going to move in with my sister, Gloria.
Blanche: Oh, you're kidding.
Rose: Sophia can't leave! She just can't!
Dorothy: She's a grown woman. She can do anything she wants.
Blanche: Why's she leaving? Isn't she happy here?
Dorothy: I guess she thinks she'll be happier with Gloria.
Rose: Well, what about us? Who's going to keep after us and make us linguine and tell us stories about Sicily?
Dorothy: I don't know, Rose. Maybe Mary Poppins has an Italian cousin.