Dorothy: Ma, listen, I want some answers. Now, why did you prepare my favorite meal and then invite my least favorite person to come eat it with us?
Sophia: All right. All right. I need a favor. Remember my brother Angelo? He was at your wedding.
Dorothy: He's a priest who lives in Sicily.
Sophia: He's going to Brooklyn next week to visit the family and insisted on stopping off in Miami one day to wish you two a happy 40th wedding anniversary.
Stan: Yeah, but we're not married anymore.
Sophia: Which brings me to the lasagna al forno. I want you to pretend you're still married and that we're all living here.
Stan: No, I'm sorry, Sophia. I will not take part in this. The institution of marriage is sacred.
Sophia: I'll give you 50 bucks.
Stan: Okay, I'll do it.