Sophia: What business did you have inviting my sister to live here?
Dorothy: Ma, what are you talking about? You're the one who invited her to live in Miami.
Sophia: Yeah, Miami the city, not Miami my house.
Dorothy: Am I missing something?
Sophia: You don't know Angela like I do. All my life, she always wanted whatever I had. Even if she didn't want it. She'll live here a while, see how nice I have it, and she'll try to muscle in.
Dorothy: Oh, come on, Ma. I think you're overreacting. Aunt Angela, where are you going?
Angela: I'm going to tape my name on the mailbox. After all, I live here now.
Sophia: Any more bright ideas, linguini-for-brains?