Dorothy: Ma, face it. You cannot be trusted. Every time you get yourself into something like this, I end up covering for you. I am not gonna end up taking care of this dog.
Sophia: Did I ever mention that I almost died giving birth to you? The pain was so intense, they gave me a towel to bite on.
Dorothy: They gave you a towel at the hospital?
Sophia: What hospital? You were born on a pinochle table at McSorley's bar. Hospital? Like your father was a member of the Etna family. The closest he ever got to a hospital was when he came to deliver ice.