Rose: So I don't know what to do. I tried to convince Myra that he's just a friend, but she wouldn't listen. She won't accept the divorce. I feel threatened.
Sophia: Oh, please, that's no threat. Where I come from, when someone wanted to make a point, they'd tie a string around your finger. Well, come to think of it, it wasn't a string, it was a piano wire. Actually, it wasn't your finger, it was your neck. Anyway, it was very popular. In fact, piano wire was our village's second biggest export. You know what our biggest export was?
Both: No.
Sophia: Too bad. I don't remember either. My God, I've left brain cells all over the Eastern Seaboard.

Dorothy: I have some news. I told my mother about us.
Stan: You're kidding? How did she take it?
Dorothy: Pretty well.
Stan: Chest pains?
Dorothy: You remember.
Stan: Hey, you don't forget your wedding day.

Sophia: Who's on the phone?
Rose: It's that woman from the restaurant.
Sophia: Give me the phone. [on the phone] So, uh, you're Myra. Who am I? Some call me Sophia. Others know me as "The Terminator." Of course, these people have corneas that look like cotton balls.
Rose: Maybe I better talk.
Sophia: Is that right? Well, listen, Myra, I'm not afraid of you. I'm from Sicily. You know what the number one export of our village is? Ransom notes. [aside] I had a flashback in the can.