Dorothy: Ah, look! The Jersey shore, summer 1939.
Sophia: Pop sure loved playing with you kids. Why do I look so upset?
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, don't you remember? Pop was a big fan of Jean Harlow's back then. You hated it when he made sand breasts in front of the children. [chuckles] He was really some character. Oh, look at us.
Sophia: Oh, boy, your father sure looked stupid.
Dorothy: Stupid? Ma, this was one of your favorite pictures. Oh, Pop looks so proud.
Sophia: The idiot's dressed like an organ grinder.
Dorothy: Yes. Yes, he is. Remember, we had no money, and he refused to go on assistance. He vowed that he would take any job to feed his family. And we had meat on the table every night. I don't know he did it on 10 cents a day. Where's the monkey?