Dorothy: That pizza was delicious.
Blanche: The best.
Rose: There's still one piece left, who wants it?
Dorothy: I do.
Blanche: I do.
Rose: Well, I can split it three ways.
Sophia: What am I supposed to do, lick the box?
Dorothy: Ma, you don't like store bought pizza, you prefer homemade.
Sophia: I also prefer milk straight from a cow. I adapt. [takes the last slice and eats it] This is awful. [tosses it away]