Dorothy: Well, Mrs. Claxton isn't going to have a funeral. She had no friends and no relatives.
Sophia: Then we'll pop for her funeral.
Dorothy: Why?
Rose: To show the man upstairs that we have some regard for human life.
Sophia: No, no, no. It's an old Sicilian custom. It's good luck to bury somebody you hate.
Dorothy: Ma, you're not fooling me. You feel bad because Mrs. Claxton didn't have anybody.
Sophia: Maybe I do and maybe I don't. What's it to you?