Dorothy: Ma. Ma, you promised you'd stay in your room until the meeting was over.
Sophia: Who am I, Alf? I was hungry.
Dorothy: You were spying.
Sophia: So what? He's a wimp, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma. For your information, Gil Kessler is a very bright man, an honest and devoted civic leader. And probably the biggest wimp I've ever known in my life.
Sophia: That's not all. There's something else I don't like about him.
Dorothy: What?
Sophia: I don't know. It's a hunch. I can't put my finger on it. But if I could, I would have to wash it.
Dorothy: Ma, do me one favor. Stay here until we're finished.
Sophia: I can't believe you think your own mother would embarrass you.
Dorothy: It's not that, Ma. ... It's that, Ma.