Dorothy: I remember when I started shaving. I was 13, and I wanted to shave because I was going to a movie with Alan Steckler. You remember him, Ma?
Sophia: Small head, enormous lips.
Dorothy: Anyway, Ma told me that, once I started shaving, I'd never be able to stop. I mean, she said I'd regret it for the rest of my life because my legs would have bristles.
Sophia: I was right. By the time you were 16, I could grate cheese on your knees.