Blanche: Rebecca, I've held my tongue for two solid weeks, but I cannot any longer. Now, I am your mother, and I cannot let you go out that door without asking you why, of all the men on God's green Earth, have you decided to marry that lump of nothin'?
Rebecca: Because I want a husband, a family, and Jeremy may be my last chance.
Blanche: That's just nonsense.
Rebecca: Oh, Mama, look at me. Open your eyes. I'm not beautiful. I'm not a catch.
Blanche: Well, for that man, you certainly are. He's got you thinkin' that you need him. That's all backwards, honey. He's the one who needs you. You're probably the only woman on Earth who's kind and caring enough to give him a glance. He's not good enough for you!
Rebecca: Do you hear what you're saying? You're doing it again. Why don't you say what you really mean? That he's not good enough for you. And neither am I, I never have been. I wish I'd never come here.

Rose: It's not like Blanche to go to bed at 8:00.
Sophia: At least not by herself.
Dorothy: Blanche is depressed, Rose.
Rose: Do you think she's depressed about Rebecca?
Dorothy: No, Rose. She's depressed because Marblehead Manor is only on once a week.

Blanche: Sophia, am I a bad mother?
Sophia: You did what you had to do.
Blanche: Then why do I feel so terrible?
Dorothy: Because it is not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it.

Blanche: Let's go tell the girls the good news. They're havin' cheesecake.
Rebecca: Oh boy, cheesecake. That sounds great.
Blanche: Why don't we just go sit out on the lanai.

Rebecca: Hi.
Sophia: You're Blanche's daughter, the model? ... ... What did she model, car covers?
Dorothy: You'll have to forgive my mother.
Rose: It's just that we didn't expect you to be this fat.