Sophia: Sit down, pussycat. I wanna tell you something. You give too much, and when you do that, you're gonna get hurt.
Dorothy: I know. Oh, but I was so disappointed. For 40 years, I've had this fantasy that Mr. Gordon would come swooping into my life like Sir Lancelot. Now I don't even have that.
Sophia: You can keep the fantasy alive. It's part of life. You know what I call my pillow? Sal. Sometimes I hug it.
Sometimes it lays there like a big lump, just like your father. That's how I keep him alive.
Dorothy: That's lovely, Ma.
Sophia: You know what I call my other pillow? Dino. But that's another story. I'll tell you about it when you're, oh, about 70.