Raymond: Dorothy, isn't there anything I can say that'll make you change your mind and come with me?
Dorothy: I'm afraid not. Look at the brochure again. Honestly, Raymond, if I went to the Bahamas with you, I would spend the entire time worrying about my mother and frolicking gaily on sandy white beaches.
Raymond: Dancing cheek to cheek under starry skies.
Dorothy: And sharing romantic interludes to the sound of the pounding waves. Oh, God, I hate that wretched old woman!

Dorothy: Hey, how did the election go?
Blanche: Don't ask.
Rose: It was a disaster. We both lost by a landslide.
Dorothy: You're kidding. Who won?
Rose: Fifi Bolger. Can you believe that? I think it's just because her husband's a plastic surgeon.
Dorothy: What does that have to do with it?
Blanche: Oh, she promised everyone a discount on liposuction: Two cheeks for the price of one.
Dorothy: That's what swung it for Nixon in '68.

Rose: Hi, Sophia, I thought you'd be on your way to Cancun by now.
Sophia: Me, too. Someone was supposed to pick me up an hour ago. I can't figure out what's taking so long.
Dorothy: Ma, when are you going to stop? Now, look, you're not going anywhere, so why don't you just put down your suitcase and you and I will go see a movie.
Sophia: You go to a movie. In a few hours, I'll be basking on a beautiful white beach, trying to keep the sand out of my wrinkles.

Dorothy: Ma, you're really going, aren't you?
Sophia: I tried to tell you.
Dorothy: I thought you were lonely. I thought you needed me.
Sophia: I did, and you were there just like always. I love you, pussycat. But, hey, I got my own life to live. Adios.