Quote from Sophia in The Auction
Sophia: Let me tell you a story. Picture it. Sardinia, 1932. Blanche: I thought these stories of yours always took place in Sicily. Sophia: Can't a person go away for the weekend? Anyway, I'm on a tour of the great caper factories of Sardinia. I was a kooky kid going through my piccata period. A wedge of lemon and a smart answer for everything. Anyway, I was I was slicing an onion when suddenly this big basil tree-- Dorothy: Ma, what the hell are you talking about? You're not making any sense. Sophia: I was hoping the late hour would help to mask that. I don't have a story about taking advantage of a dead guy for money. I got a great story about a Moroccan and a monkey, but that really comes under the heading of lust.