(The four roommates and Angela, Sophia's sister, are in Sophia's room.)
Sophia (to Angela): "...you're nothin' but a backstabbing Judas in sensible shoes." Angela: "Oh yeahhhh you know what you are? You're a two-lira tramp with cheap bridgework."
Sophia: "May you put your dentures in upside down and chew your head off."
Angela: "May your legs grow old and gnarled and withered like an olive branch. (looks down at Sophia's legs.) A. cont'd: "They should be so lucky."
Sophia: "May your moles grow hair thicker than Jerry Vale's." Angela: "May your marinara sauce never!! cling to your pasta."
(Angela exits as Sophia makes a noise and puts a fist to her mouth.) Sophia: "That's it. Come back and say that to my face."