Sophia: Oh, Dorothy, can you drive me to the mall Friday night? They're giving free blood pressure tests, and some of the girls and I have a high-low bet.

Dorothy: It's Ma. She's becoming more forgetful. And she denies it and she gets mad.
Rose: How bad is it?
Dorothy: Bad. It's not just a matter of small things anymore. I can't believe she forgot this dinner. I mean, every year since my father died, I've been taking her out to dinner on her wedding anniversary, because she's lonely.
Blanche: Maybe you'd better talk to her doctor about this.
Dorothy: You're right, Blanche. I guess I've just been hoping that things would improve by themselves. You know, I never thought Ma would lose her memory. Of course, I never thought Alan Alda would get on my nerves.

Dorothy: Oh, look, there you are, stirring sauce.
Sophia: Ah, my old kitchen.
Dorothy: Yeah. And there are the potholders Grandma made, your pasta maker. Ah, the pantry. Remember what Pop kept behind the pantry door?
Sophia: Yeah, he carved a giant heart there that said "Sal loves Sophia."
Dorothy: No, Ma, it was our height measurements. He kept track of them on the back of the pantry door.
Sophia: Dorothy, that was my kitchen, that was my Sal, and he put the heart there because he loved me. That I remember!

Dorothy: Listen, Ma why don't we talk to your doctor and see what he has to say, hmm?
Sophia: Yeah, well maybe. I don't remember half these photos. I don't remember Brooklyn. I don't even remember you going off to your senior prom.
Dorothy: Ma, I never went to my senior prom.
Sophia: Actually, I did remember that, but why should I be the only one here to feel like crap?

Blanche: [on the phone] Oh, hello, sir. I am conducting a phone survey regarding healthcare for the elderly. May I ask your age? Well, that's not so old! And what's your general health? That's good. What would you say is your annual income? Oh, that's very good! Marital status? Oh, I am sorry. How long? Three weeks! I'd say it was time you were getting on with your life, honey.
Rose: Thank you very much. Blanche, marital status is not a question on the survey.
Blanche: Well, I'm sorry, Rose, but I ask a man 20 questions, you can bet your life one of 'em's gonna be, "Are you married?"

Rose: How's Sophia?
Dorothy: I don't know. Today's her anniversary. She won't come out of her room. I've never seen her like this. She is really depressed.
Sophia: [upbeat] Adios! Everybody wave goodbye! I'm off to Brooklyn!
Blanche: Honey, what are you doing?
Sophia: I'm going back to the old neighborhood. The doctor said it would help if I stirred up some memories.
Dorothy: Ma, you can't go back there alone!
Sophia: No kidding. I'm 83. I walk to the driveway, it's a coin toss whether I get back. You're coming with me.
Dorothy: I am?
Sophia: What the hell? You paid! Look, I can deal with losing some of my memory. If I didn't have to remember what's-her-name over here, I wouldn't care. [Rose looks behind her] But Sal was the most important person in my life, and scrapbooks aren't doing the trick.

Sophia: Dorothy, look. My old wallpaper. Oh, God, it feels the same. And that big old window I used to look out of.
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, I remember when I was a little girl playing out in the street. I can still hear your voice. "Dorothy, fix your dress, the whole neighborhood can see your business."
Sophia: Sounds like me.

Dorothy: Pop sure taught me a lot about sibling rivalry that day. When we got home I went right over to the baby and said, "I love you, Phil." No, wait. I wrote it on him.

Blanche: After I looked through the paperwork, I realized how expensive healthcare is for the elderly. You know, some folks have lost their life savings. I mean, people ought to write their congressman or something. In fact, I am so touched, when you cut my check, don't make it out to me.
Rose: That's beautiful, Blanche.
Blanche: Make it out to "Hair by Robert." Well, I'm not gonna declare it as income and let those lazy congressmen have my tax dollars!
Rose: Blanche, I don't wanna do that.
Blanche: Oh. Well, all right, just pay me under the table.
Rose: Oh, sure! I know that trick. Dorothy's done that to me before. I go under the table and you never show up. No way!

Dorothy: Boy, this room is sure alive with memories.
Sophia: Those were good days. I think I'll go up to the bedroom. Sal and I spent our most intimate moments there.
Dorothy: Ma. Ma, is there anything I can do for you?
Sophia: Yeah, stay out. You barged in on me enough when you were a kid.