Sophia: Okay. I'm glad we have this quiet time before the storm hits, because there's something I'd like to tell you.
Dorothy: What, Ma?
Sophia: I always thought of us as the Gabors.
Dorothy: Well, I'm glad we had this little chat.
Sophia: No, hear me out. I'm Jolie, the mother. Your sister Gloria, she's Zsa Zsa. And Eva... Well, Eva was, of course, your brother, Phil.
Dorothy: I'm not a Gabor?
Sophia: You're telling me.