Rose: Sophia, she was your best friend. Are you sure you don't want to go to her funeral?
Sophia: Of course I want to go. But I swore a Sicilian oath I would never cast my eyes on Max Weinstock again. And nothing you say or do will make me change my mind.
Dorothy: I'll pay for both tickets.
Sophia: Book business class. If I have to sit through the Three Amigos, I'll need champagne.