Rose: Blanche, I thought you were in bed.
Blanche: Oh, I couldn't sleep. It must be from living with old people. I've been going through my diaries. Just listen to this. "March 3, 1967. George just back from Dallas. Surprised me with the most beautiful diamond earrings. I love him so much it takes my breath away. Ours is a love so pure, so complete, it'll outlast time itself.
I'll have the earrings appraised next week." See? That proves it.
Dorothy: Am I missing something?
Rose: Proves what?
Blanche: Dallas. Diamond earrings. George was obviously feeling guilty about cheating on me with David's mother. David was telling the truth.

Blanche: What is it?
David: Did my father ever go fishing?
Blanche: What?
David: When I was a kid, I always fantasized about the kinds of things my father and I would have done together. Going fishing was always my favorite. Did he?
Blanche: No.
David: Oh. Look, I know my coming here hurt you. But this wasn't any picnic for me, either. I'm angry too. I grew up not knowing anything about my father - who he was, what he was. I wish you could just tell me something about my father. Whether you like it or not, I am his son.
Blanche: He served in Korea.
David: Really?
Blanche: Army captain. Decorated for bravery. But not before he graduated top of his class at Vanderbilt.
David: Hey, that's pretty good.
Blanche: Well, let's see. There's so much to remember. Um... Well, he was charming, and quite an athlete. Intellectual. Oh, he could match wits with anybody in town. Very handsome. The ladies loved him. Apparently so.

Blanche: Would you like to see pictures of him?
David: Very much.
Blanche: There he is.
David: I've got his eyes.
Blanche: I know. And, uh, here he is in uniform.
David: Oh, wait. Is that him? On the boat?
Blanche: Well, I'll be I guess he did go fishing after all! Say, would you like to have this?
David: Really?
Blanche: Well, you ought to have it. After all, you're his son.

Blanche: Oh! You won!
Dorothy: No, actually, we're just the runners-up. But if the reigning winners for any reason can't fulfill their duties-
Sophia: And I'm telling you, the winning mother and daughter are 98 and 77. If either one of them forgets to take a nitroglycerin even once, Dorothy and I are gonna be cutting ribbons at Piggly Wiggly.
Dorothy: But the big news is we beat Gladys Goldfine. Right, Ma?
Sophia: Ah, it was a hollow victory. Time has taken its toll on Gladys. She's not the fierce competitor she once was.
Dorothy: You know, for the talent section she was supposed to do a medley from The Fantasticks. She started with "Try To Remember," and she couldn't.

Dorothy: You know, Ma, I hate to admit it, I had fun this afternoon.
Sophia: I'm glad to hear that, pussycat, because the Shady Pines circus is coming up. You're not afraid of fire, are you?