Sophia: Where is Big Sally?
Dorothy: Oh, Ma. Her name is Angela. Ma, I want you to make peace with her.
Angela: Hello, Dorothy. Sophia.
Dorothy: Angela.
Angela: Dorothy. Dorothy, I don't know if it was a good idea to have the funeral in Miami instead of Newark. I just talked to the priest. He doesn't know a thing about Phil. He thinks Phil was some kinda crazy combination brain surgeon/astronaut. Where would he get the idea that Phil had an IQ of 160?
Sophia: Well, if your brother hadn't been stumped by long division...