Sophia: I said I wasn't scared of dying anymore. I didn't say I was ready to die. Look, Dorothy, you don't have to believe all of this, but stop trying to take it away from me. I'm going to bed. Good night, spumoni-face.
Dorothy: What did you call me?
Sophia: Spumoni-face.
Dorothy: Wow. I mean, I- I haven't heard that since I was seven years old. Oh, Ma, come on, this is crazy. I probably told you sometime and just forgot.
Sophia: He says he's proud of you, Dorothy.