Sophia Quote #563
Quote from Sophia in A Piece of Cake
[flashback:]
Dorothy: Ma, I've got news for you. I don't think it would have been any easier for you to break into the ballet at 48.
Sophia: That's not the point. I'd still have two more years to dream. I can't believe it. I'm 50! I'm an old lady who hasn't accomplished a thing in life.
Dorothy: You haven't accomplished a thing? You raised three kids during the Depression and always managed to have food on the table. You held down two jobs as far back as I can remember, but somehow you were always there when we needed you. You got me through four years of college, by helping pay for it, but also by encouraging me when I felt like giving up. Do you want me to go on, Ma? Because we could be here all night.
Sophia: Enough, already. Ralph Edwards makes less of a fuss over people.
The Golden Girls Quotes
‘A Piece of Cake’ Quotes
Quote from Sophia
Sophia: Don't panic, I'm fine. I haven't had that much. Besides, you think I'd ruin Roberta's milestone birthday?
Rose: Milestone? She's 88.
Sophia: Right. After 80, every year without a headstone is a milestone.
Quote from Sophia
[flashback:]
Sophia: What do I have to celebrate? That I have a miserable marriage and I'm leaving my husband?
Dorothy: You and Pop had a fight.
Sophia: You love to show off that college education, don't you?
Dorothy: OK, why are you mad at Pop?
Sophia: Because your father is a miserable, no-good, insensitive bum!
Salvadore: [o.s.] I heard that!
Sophia: Good, then hear this! May you lose the three hairs left on your head!
Salvadore: [o.s.] Oh, yeah? Well, may you lose your tweezers so your eyebrows meet to cover the wart in the middle of your forehead!
Sophia: That's not a wart, that's a beauty mark!
Salvadore: [o.s.] On Sophia Loren, it's a beauty mark! On you and Khrushchev, it's a wart!
Quote from Sophia
Sophia: I think my milestone birthday was when I turned 50.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, I remember your 50th. We were supposed to go to a party at Guido's, but you were fighting with Pop.
Sophia: Oh, yeah.
Dorothy: Oh, I'll never forget it. It was Brooklyn, April, 1956.
Sophia: Dorothy.
Dorothy: Yes?
Sophia: I tell the stories around here. Picture it: Brooklyn, April, 1956...