Wilfred: Good evening. Wilfred Whitney Cheswick here. Might this be the home of the widow Petrillo? Well, there you are, Sophia.
Sophia: Willy, what the hell are you doing here?
Wilfred: I've come to escort you to the reception, and I won't take no for an answer.
Sophia: Oh, yeah? Take this for an answer. [makes a rude Italian gesture]
Dorothy: Ma.
Sophia: Alright, Cheswick. You rented the monkey suit, you might as well get your money's worth. But if anybody cute asks me to dance, make yourself scarce.
Wilfred: Once I have you in my arms on that dance floor, Sophia, you won't so much as glance at another man.
Sophia: Dream on, Piccadilly.