Sophia: Oh, from Sicily. A gift from Cousin Vito.
Dorothy: A feather. That's a message of some kind, isn't it?
Sophia: What are you babbling about?
Dorothy: Don't play dumb, with me, Ma. Everything from Sicily means something. A black rose means a family member is dying. A white carnation means a newborn is on the way. A dead rabbit means, "My husband knows. Get out of town."
Rose: Knows what?
Dorothy: The score to South Pacific, Rose.