Blanche: Come in.
Rose: Blanche, I just heard on the radio two killers escaped from the Georgia State Penitentiary.
Blanche: So?
Rose: So. They could be heading here.
Blanche: Honey, they escaped in Georgia. Why on earth would they come to Miami?
Rose: For the same reason we did.
Blanche: Eligible men?

Rose: Dorothy, you didn't even taste my chipped beef.
Dorothy: Of course I did, Rose.
Rose: You didn't like it.
Dorothy: That's ridiculous. I loved it.
Rose: Then, have another bite.
Dorothy: Okay.
Blanche: [lights go off] Oh, no. The power lines must be down.
Sophia: That's just great. I've got 10Ibs of fresh clams in the refrigerator.
Dorothy: [lights come on; Dorothy wipes her mouth, her plate now empty] Rose, that was delicious. Oh, thank you.
Sophia: Who moved my purse? Why does it feel so heavy?

Sophia: Cool as a cucumber, thank God.
Dorothy: Ma, you woke me up.
Sophia: It's time to take your medicine anyway.
Dorothy: I just took my medicine.
Sophia: You took it after dinner and then you went to sleep. Now, read me how much medicine you're supposed to take. I don't remember.
Dorothy: Two teaspoons every six hours.
Sophia: That's wrong.
Dorothy: Ma, it's written here in black and white.
Sophia: So? The pharmacist made a mistake. He's not perfect. If the man really knew what he was doing, he'd be a doctor instead of just dressing like one.

Dorothy: Yeah, when is the next train to Miami?
Stationmaster: Well, we've got one scheduled to leave at 6am tomorrow morning.
Rose: Does that mean it'll actually leave at 5:30?
Stationmaster: Welcome to Apalapachoby.

Blanche: You know, Rose, you really ought to take off some of that make-up before you go to sleep.
Rose: What? I don't believe it. A circus. Where did they come from?
Stationmaster: The 9:20 to Sarasota's a circus train.
Rose: Girls, this is a miracle. Our paths crossed here so they could cheer us up. Excuse me, Mr Clown. Could you do something to put smiles on the faces of three Gloomy Guses?
Clown: Buzz off, lady. I'm on a cigarette break.

Dorothy: Ma, is there any more of that ziti?
Sophia: No, clean me out, there's not a drop of food left.
Blanche: Oh, what do you say we call it a night, huh?
Rose: Well, wait a minute. We haven't decided what we'll do about Cousin Milo and Uncle Vito?
Blanche: Oh, yeah. I have an idea on that. They're both family, they'll understand. What do you say we all chip in and put 'em up at the Holiday Inn.
Rose: Sounds good to me.
Dorothy: Me too. What about you, Ma?
Sophia: You know, in the right hands and the right bag, this chipped beef is not half bad.