Quote from Sophia in That's for Me to Know
Dorothy: Nice try, Ma. Let's talk about 1920. Sophia: Bad year. Now, 1918... Dorothy: I said 1920. Sophia: Okay, 1920 it is. The year I sailed for America. Ah, America. The land of opportunity, where the streets were paved with gold, and a young man named Irving Berlin was writing songs like this. Hit it. Dorothy, where's our piano player?