Angelo: Ah, Dorothy, I want to talk to you about my apartment. Ah, I'm grateful. I love where I live. And the last thing I want to do is come to you with every little problem. And now your mother would like to talk to you.
Sophia: Dorothy, you're making my brother live like a peasant. He has no closet space.
Dorothy: Uncle Angelo, you moved in with one suitcase. What do you need with more closets?
Sophia: I don't like to talk about my brother's personal life, but a man brings a woman home, how is he supposed to play a decent game of hide and-go-seek?
Angelo: Under the table, behind the couch, Bambi was on to me like that.