Dorothy: Mission Street Shelter for the homeless. This is where they sent the jacket.
Blanche: Kinda drab, isn't it?
Dorothy: Blanche, it's a shelter, not the flagship of the Hilton chain.
Sophia: Kinda reminds me of the Shady Pines Retirement Home, except here the lights in the exit sign work.

Sophia: Ida, I know it's rough by yourself. I count my blessings that I have my Dorothy to look after me, but you can't give up. People care. They really do. Good people won't let this kind of suffering go on. You just gotta hang in there till tomorrow.
Ida: Sophia, it is tomorrow.

Blanche: Oh, girls, it's been such a glorious day. All afternoon I was in the mood for leather and I finally found exactly what I wanted.
Dorothy: Fine, Blanche. Just make sure his motorcycle doesn't block the driveway.

Dorothy: Where are you going, Ma?
Sophia: To order that cherry red tricycle with the grocery bag sidecar. Don't laugh. You ride one past a shuffleboard court, you got old guys coming out of your hair.

Dorothy: I am positive you left it on the couch.
Blanche: We gotta find that jacket. This is driving me crazy.
Sophia: All right. I wasn't gonna say anything, but since it's kinda my fault, I'll pay for a new jacket out of my share.
Blanche: What do you mean it's your fault?
Rose: Do you know where the jacket is, Sophia?
Dorothy: What did you do with it, Ma?
Sophia: Stand back. [holding a vase] I know how to use this thing.
Dorothy: Spill it, Ma.
Sophia: [empties the vase on the floor] I'm scared. I'll do anything you say.

Blanche: Uh, excuse me, sir. We are looking for a leather jacket that got mixed up with a box of clothes we donated. It was a terrible mistake.
Sophia: It was not a terrible mistake. It was a regular mistake. A terrible mistake is when you forget that A Different World follows Cosby.

Rose: Dorothy, that's our jacket. Do something.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, Rose. I left my flamethrower in my other purse.

Blanche: Here, let me handle this. Listen here, mister. Now, I would like to have a word with you. I paid good money for that jacket and before you walk out of here with it, why there's something I want to say to you.
Bodyguard: What?
Blanche: The zipper sticks a little.

Blanche: Do you know who that is?
Sophia: Sure. That's the guy from Pepsi commercials.
Rose: Pepsi commercials... Michael... Oh, my God! That's Michael J. Fox!

Dorothy: Oh, come on, now. This is ridiculous. We are not poor. We thought we had $10,000 and now we don't, but we're no better or worse off than we were 24 hours ago.
Sophia: If that was a pep talk, it stunk.