Sophia: Hey, Kenny. What's a nice boy like you doing with ulcers anyway? You got a job and a girl who'll do anything for you. Anything. You will, won't you, Dorothy?
Dorothy: I'll take that as a "Have a good time."
Ken: Don't worry, Mrs. Petrillo. I'll have your little girl home at a reasonable hour.
Sophia: Don't bother. You kids have fun. I won't wait up. Have her back by Tuesday. No questions asked.