Blanche: Well, ladies, we're gonna see Burt after all. I thought these beautiful tickets were gonna go to waste.
Sophia: So which one of you isn't going?
Blanche: Well, I'm the one who won the tickets.
Dorothy: Yeah, well my Mom's the one who's bailing us out.
Rose: I lost Butter Queen. Haven't I suffered enough?
Dorothy: We'll draw straws.
Blanche: No.
Dorothy: We'll flip a coin.
Rose: No.
Blanche: Sophia, we had this all settled. Now try and be understanding.
Sophia: Understanding? I came down here to bail you out and you're still not letting me go?
Dorothy: Ma, stop complaining and get us out of here.
Police Officer: Where are your roommates, Mrs. Petrillo?
Sophia: They're not here.
Dorothy: Ma!
Sophia: Don't "Ma" me, you cheap floozy.
Dorothy: Ma! Ma, you would do this to your own flesh and blood?
Sophia: You'll get over it, Dorothy. And if you don't, who cares? I'm on my way to see Burt Reynolds.