Dorothy: Now, look, Rose. This is it. We have had it! No mace, no tear gas, no grenades!
Blanche: No jewelry.
Rose: I won't be needing mace. I just bought a gun.
Dorothy: You don't know how to use a gun!
Rose: The man at the gun store taught me. In the basement, they've got a little shooting gallery, kind of like the ones at amusement parks. Except no prizes. And you shoot at little paper targets. This was mine.
Blanche: Honey, there are no holes in it.
Rose: I know!
Dorothy: That's because they're all in your head.

Sophia: I hate psychiatrists. They blame everything on the mothers.

Dorothy: Good night? Boy, we really have a problem.
Blanche: I know. The police are doing nothing about my jewels.
Dorothy: Not that! There is a woman in there so terrified something is going to happen at night that she sleeps only in the daytime.
Blanche: I know. Then at sunset, she makes a big pot of coffee and sits up all night with that gun.
Sophia: It's better than having that dog as long as she doesn't wet the floor.

Blanche: They caught them. They caught the scum.
Dorothy: That's wonderful!
Blanche: It is for you. They found your stole. They didn't find my jewels.
Dorothy: Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
Blanche: They can sell my jewelry, you see. It's worth somethin'. Who would want that thing? Nobody wears stoles anymore. My mama's jewels, out there on the black market, being fondled by filth. I just can't wait to testify in court. I want to see those guys fry.

Blanche: My jewelry.
Dorothy: Oh, please, Blanche. Enough with your jewelry!
Blanche: No, I found it.
Dorothy: What?
Blanche: It was in the freezer!
Rose: Oh, Blanche, that's wonderful!
Dorothy: It was there all the time? If you'd had your way, the robbers would've been beheaded.
Blanche: That doesn't matter. The point is, they stole your stole. A beautiful stole. You can't replace it. They don't make 'em anymore.

Blanche: You shot my vase!
Rose: I heard footsteps and a man's voice and the alarm went off!
Blanche: It was Lester. He accidentally set off the alarm!
Rose: Oh, I'm sorry!
Blanche: You shot my vase!
Rose: I didn't shoot Lester.
Blanche: I'd rather you shot Lester.
Lester: I think I'll pass on the nightcap, Blanche.
Blanche: Go on home, you old fool.

Blanche: I'm gonna check the kitchen.
Rose: Wait, don't leave me! What'll I do if they come back?
Dorothy: Show them your slides of Hawaii.

Blanche: I've been robbed!
Sophia: Oh, boy.
Blanche: Shh. Shh, be quiet! They could still be here.
Rose: Who?
Dorothy: The Supreme Court. Who? The robbers.
Rose: Is there more than one?
Blanche: I don't know.
Rose: You said "they."
Dorothy: They, him, what difference does it make?

Rose: I'm fine. I'm just fine. There's nothing to be afraid of. These things happen every day. The main thing is, nobody was hurt. We could have been here. They could have come in the middle of the night, while we slept. They could have crept up on us and cut our throats!
Dorothy: Now, look-
Rose: Aah!
Dorothy: What?
Rose: I thought you were the killers.

Rose: You know why this happened? Because we're without men.
Dorothy: What?
Rose: I don't know what happens or why. All I know is, when I had a husband, I didn't worry. Maybe nothing happened to me because I had a husband, and maybe not. All I know is, when the lights went out at night, I wasn't afraid.