Dorothy: Everybody, this is Glen. Glen, I'd like you to meet-
Glen: Don't tell me. Rose, Blanche and Mrs. Petrillo. These are for you.
Sophia: Cannoli? What does an Irishman know about cannoli?
Glen: When I was a kid in Brooklyn, every Sunday, my father used to go to Zampano's bakery for cannoli.
Dorothy: I never dreamed you grew up in Brooklyn.
Glen: Oh, sure. Our whole block was Irish. The other block was Italian. We used to take turns beating each other up on the way home from school.
Rose: I think it's nice when kids take turns.