Dorothy: He said America wouldn't root for me.
Sophia: Sweetheart, he's wrong. How could America not root for you? You're what this country's all about. The daughter of immigrants who became the first member of her family to go to college. You made something of yourself.
Dorothy: Oh, thanks, Ma.
Sophia: Until you got knocked up in a backseat by a nobody. People didn't want you at their birthday parties, and they don't want you in their living rooms.
Dorothy: I thought this was supposed to make me feel better.
Sophia: We did that. Now we're up to the part where I feel better.