- [Dorothy is worried about Sophia's possible hearing loss]
- Dorothy: Look Ma, I am concerned. You're my mother. Can't you just check it out, please?
- Sophia Petrillo: Hee hee hee hee!
- Dorothy: What are you laughing at?
- Sophia Petrillo: I'm sorry. I thought you said "I'm Mothra, giant radioactive insect. Ree, ree, ree!"
- Dorothy: Ma, you didn't hear that. Now face it, you can't hear high frequencies. Why can't you be honest about what's happening to you? Why do you insist on becoming feeble?
- Sophia Petrillo: Feeble? Now you listen, Dorothy. I may not have your gift for word jumbles, or your ability to float, or your way of making small children weep...
- Dorothy: ...But?
- Sophia Petrillo: Or your butt, thank you.
- Sophia Petrillo: Come on, Dorothy, every time you get a new pamphlet, I get that disease. And not just diseases, once I thought I was a Jew for Jesus.