Sophia: I've made a decision. I'm gonna go see Tony.
Blanche: Don't do that. Now you have him right where you want him.
Sophia: I'm not listening to you anymore. Dorothy was right. You got me into trouble, you got Rose into trouble. You'd get Dorothy into trouble if anyone was interested in her.

Dorothy: Wait a minute. Why, just the other day, that guy who works with our gardener, you know, the one with the leaf blower, told me that I looked nice with a little lilt in his voice and tried to blow my skirt over my head.
Sophia: Everything but the white horse, huh, pussycat? Look, Sophia Petrillo doesn't give up. She fights for her man. She can overcome anything. She needs ten bucks for a cab.

Tony: Sophia, sit down. I picked up that phone a hundred times, but I just couldn't make that call. I haven't told anyone I love them since since my wife died.
Sophia: That's a long time ago.
Tony: Yeah, but this I-care-for-you thing has always worked up until now. Sophia, I do love you.
Sophia: I love you, too. [kiss] So, what do we do now?
Tony: You wanna see pictures of my late wife?
Sophia: I thought you'd never ask. I brought some of my husband Sal.