“…while dozens of eligible men pressed their lips to mine and breathed air into my limp little body.”
SOPHIA: Dorothy, anger is a lot like a piece of shredded wheat caught under your dentures. If you leave it there, you get a blister, and you gotta eat Jell-O all week. If you get rid of it, the sore heals, and you feel better.
DOROTHY: Anger is like a piece of shredded wheat?
SOPHIA: You want poetry, you listen to Neil Diamond. You want good advice, you listen to your mother.