Sophia: What about your Edna?
Alvin: Edna?
Sophia: Did she like the beach? [seagulls squawk]
Alvin: You ever notice the birds?
Sophia: I'm asking you about your late wife, you're asking me about birds?
Alvin: At the park, they want you to feed them, but here they take care of themselves.
Sophia: Here they could die for clams casino, what's your point?
Alvin: I don't know.
Sophia: I'm asking about Edna.
Alvin: Edna?
Sophia: Your wife.
[Alvin looks around in confusion and begins to cry.]
Sophia: Oh, hey. I'm sorry, I- I guess I just can't take a hint. There's some things about Salvadore I still have trouble talking about. Of course, other things I'm not allowed to talk about unless I want the Scarpoli family to put out a contract on me. Hey, I- I made up that last part, trying to lighten the moment. I'm sorry, Alvin. Don't cry. That's okay. You cry all you want.