Sophia: May you lose the last three hairs on your head.
Sal: Oh yeah? May you lose your tweezers so your eyebrows grow together and cover that wart in the middle.
Sophia: That's not a wart, that's a beauty mark!
Sal: On Sofia Loren it's a beauty mark, on you and Krushchev it's a wart!
Young Dorothy: Pop, come out of the bedroom.
Sal: Not while she's out there, she hit me.
Young Dorothy: Ma!
Sophia: With a piece of bread!
Sal: Five days old, it was like a jack handle!