Stan: This isn't the way it's supposed to be. If it isn't real, what does it mean? Let's just forget it.
Sophia: What, you're surprised? I'm supposed to love you? Oh, sure, Stan, I love you. I love you for knocking up my daughter when she was 17 years old. For sponging off Sal and me for eight years. For cheating on Dorothy left, right, and sideways. Oh, yeah, I love you.
Stan: Sophia, listen, I know I always haven't been the best son-in-law, but I've got other memories. Good memories. The four of us watching TV on that ugly green sofa Sal bought from his boss. Summer weekends on the Jersey shore. It hasn't been all bad. Dorothy, help me out here. Dorothy?
Dorothy: I'm thinking, I'm thinking.