Dorothy: Ma, please, no jokes.
Sophia: Pussycat, we all deal with this in our own way. Some people make nervous little jokes, some people cry. Remember how you went to the maternity ward?
Dorothy: Gee, I had forgotten that.
Blanche: What about the maternity ward?
Sophia: When Dorothy's father was sick in the hospital, she and I would go upstairs and visit the maternity ward. The night Sal died, I went looking for Dorothy and found her there. I remember because they were just putting a newborn in his bassinet and I thought, "That baby must have been born just as Sal died." He even looked like Sal. Of course, all babies look like Sal. Especially when he took out his teeth. Oh, God, I miss that man.
Dorothy: Me, too, Ma.