Blanche: That's Dorothy. Really dodged a bullet, didn't you?

Dorothy: He was married.
Rose: I can't believe it. There's a married dead man in my bed!
Sophia: Serves him right.
Dorothy: Ma!
Sophia: He lied to her.
Blanche: I don't know why they do that. Don't they know we'll sleep with them anyway?

Rose: I knew it. I knew she was gonna marry him.
Dorothy: But next week?
Blanche: At our age, long engagements don't make sense.

Blanche: Well, I think it's time that man was exposed for what he really is. I'm gonna go do it and tell him off right now.
Dorothy: Blanche.
Patrick Vaughn: I love you, Josie. I want you to know you're the only woman in my life.
Blanche: That's a sack of cold chestnuts, mister.
Patrick Vaughn: Blanche.
Blanche: Oh, don't you Blanche me, lowlife. You think you can just roll into town and have your way with every woman you want?
Phyllis Hammerow: There was someone else besides me?
Blanche: Oh, yes, there was me and there was Rose.
Dorothy: And me.
Phyllis Hammerow: You slept with the sheriff?
Rose: Lord knows how many others he took advantage of.
[All the female actors raise their hands]

Dorothy: The point I was trying to make is that we have had a lot of great late-night talks right here.
Rose: Yeah, and most of them have been about sex.
Blanche: Oh! Well, of course, we do talk about sex, but we talk about other things, too. We console each other, we help each other, we advise each other, and then we talk about sex again.

Lorraine: Hello. You must be Michael's mother.
Dorothy: And you must be Lorraine's mother. We weren't expecting you until tomorrow.
Michael: What do you think, Ma? Is she beautiful?
Rose: Ooh, wow. He's really getting along great with his future mother-in-law.
Blanche: Rose, that's Lorraine, you idiot.

Blanche: Did you see the way those people on the elevator looked at us when you pushed "5"? I'm so embarrassed.
Becky: Mama, they didn't look at us at all.
Blanche: They didn't want to make eye contact with anybody going to the fifth floor, the sperm floor.
Becky: I think you're overreacting.
Blanche: Perverts looked at us like we were perverts. I know that look.

Mammy: My friends in Atlanta read in the papers where you'd be sellin' off his things here in Miami, and before you did, there's something I'd like to ask you for.
Blanche: The Bible?
Mammy: No, thanks. I don't drink.

Blanche: You're a sports agent? I bet we know some of the same people. I was one of the first women ever allowed in the Miami Dolphins' locker room.
Ted: Reporter?
Blanche: Photographer.

Rose: What's the problem?
Blanche: Oh, Rex Huntington. That's the problem. It's 10:00, and I've been stood up again. I feel totally unattractive, undesirable and ignored. Oh, Dorothy, you explain it to 'em.