Dorothy: Ma, we're sorry our singing woke you.
Sophia: It wasn't you. I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamt my Uncle Giuseppe came down from heaven and was pointing a finger at me. I think it was a finger. And he was warning me - if I did a certain thing, I wouldn't get into heaven.
Dorothy: What thing?
Sophia: Try murder.
Rose: It was just a dream, Sophia.
Sophia: It's not just a dream for me. Martha wants to commit suicide, and she wants me to be there with her.
Blanche: And what did you say?
Sophia: I said I'd think about it. You can't say no to somebody who pops for a $75 dinner. Tell them, Blanche.