Blanche: I, uh, I would lend you my pass to the jockeys' lounge, but you don't want to date a jockey. The sex is over too fast, and afterwards the only nice thing they have to say to you is, "Good girl, good girl."

Rose: I have to get a horse in this picture while it's still fresh in my mind. I don't know whether to paint Old Silver, the horse who brought the news to St. Olaf that the British had no intention of coming or Old Brisker, the horse who, because of a printing error on the ballot slips, was elected water commissioner for six months.

Blanche: Well, Dorothy, I'm worried about you.
Dorothy: Oh, please, don't you start. I had a problem 15 years ago. That's a long time. I've learned a little something since then. A lot has happened. And I've lived with the temptations. [exits]
Blanche: Well, isn't that something? You think you know somebody, then you find out something like this. Hard to believe.
Rose: I'll say. To think Dorothy's lived with The Temptations. I've never even been to one of their concerts.

Sophia: What the hell were you doing at the racetrack?
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, come on, you're making too much of this. I haven't gambled in 15 years. And I didn't put down any bets for myself today, either. It was just nice to know that I could still pick a winner.
Sophia: This from a woman who's got a Dukakis bumper sticker covering up her Mondale bumper sticker?
Dorothy: Look, Ma, I admit that once I did have a small gambling problem.
Sophia: A small problem? You bet against your own son's Little League team!
Dorothy: Ma, I had to. I knew that their star pitcher had after-school detention.
Sophia: You were his teacher, you gave him detention.

Rose: I call them Winter of St. Olaf, and Spring of St. Olaf, and Summer of St. Olaf.
Donald: Why haven't you painted the Fall of St. Olaf?
Rose: Because it hasn't happened yet. Although we came pretty close when new math came along.

Dorothy: Oh, there it is. Ma, what are you doing with my resume?
Sophia: Punching it up. How's this? "1946 - 1984: Took part in extensive anthropological research."
Dorothy: Why "anthropological research?"
Sophia: Because it's better than saying "married to a baboon for 38 years."

Rose: Dorothy, I can't finish this picture.
Dorothy: Why not?
Rose: I can't paint a horse from memory.
Dorothy: What you need is a model.
Blanche: I know a place where you can see a horse. I know a place where you can see horses and lots of little men in silk pants with whips. Or you could go to the racetrack instead.

Rose: I'm afraid to go to the track by myself. You always meet a lot of lecherous guys out for a good time who think they can impress you by throwing their money around.
Blanche: Oh, damn! I wish I didn't have to go to work today.

Dorothy: Oh, Ma, will you get off my back? You don't have to worry about me. I had a nice day at the track, and that's that. And Pop did not have a problem.
Sophia: Dorothy, I spent too many years denying your father's addiction. He was a gambler to his dying day. In fact, his last words were, "10 bucks says I don't need this oxygen tank."

Blanche: Honey, why don't you ask Donald to look at Old Brisker? He knows a lot about art.
Donald: I'd be happy to. It's quite good. It's an interesting primitive. In fact, it makes me think of Grandma Moses.
Rose: She must have been pretty strong to do the work of a Clydesdale.