Stan: Look, if I have hurt somebody, I am sorry. But you should know, I've hurt myself worse. Sophia, I did the best I could.
Sophia: I suppose you did.
Stan: Can't you find it anyplace in your heart to forgive me? Any place in your heart when you loved me? Have you loved me ever?
Sophia: There was that one morning at St. Francis Hospital. You and me peeking through the maternity window the first time they wheeled Dorothy and little Michael out. There was a whole happy future in your smile. I suppose I did. I suppose I do. I do love you, Stan.
Stan: I love you, Ma.