[flashback:]
Sophia: Mama, if Salvadore hates you, why does he want you to come live here with us?
Mrs. Petrillo: What?
Sophia: Salvadore and I would like you to move in with us.
Mrs. Petrillo: Forget it. I am not moving in.
Sophia: Why not?
Mrs. Petrillo: Let me tell you a story. Picture it: Sicily, 1881. A beautiful, young peasant girl-
Sophia: Mama, not another story.
Mrs. Petrillo: Sophia, come closer. [slaps Sophia's face]