Dorothy: Ma, you know how I feel. I cannot give you my blessing.
Sophia: Dorothy, I love you, but if you ruin my happiness, I will put a Sicilian curse on you that will be like hell on earth.
Dorothy: Ma, you can't put a Sicilian curse on your eldest daughter if the mother is marrying a man under five foot seven! You're not the only one with Aunt Regina's phone number.
Sophia: Damn MCI.