Max: Salvadore wanted to tell you, but I wouldn't let him. I cared for you both too much to let your marriage break up. And Sal felt so guilty, he never gambled again. It was worth it.
Dorothy: That was a very lovely thing you did, Mr. Weinstock. Wasn't it, Ma? Wasn't it, Ma?
Max: Ah, forget it. It's ancient history.
Dorothy: Ma, say something to him.
Sophia: I can't. Sicilians have a hard time with apologies.
Dorothy: They also have a hard time passing wet cement without putting someone in it. They manage.