[flashback:]
Myron: I finished stacking those crates for you, Mrs. Petrillo.
Sophia: Thank you, Myron. You're a good kid. In fact, before you go, I'd like to have a little talk with you. Sit. As you know, Myron, I've always thought of you as a bright, polite young man. Talented, ambitious, smart...
Myron: I'm not going out with your daughter, Mrs. Petrillo.
Sophia: You've got to, Myron. She's spending too much time with this yutz named Zbornak. She has to see what a real date is like.
Myron: I'm sorry, Mrs. Petrillo. She's just not my type.
Sophia: I see. Uh, how about Mr. Hamilton. Is he your type?