Blanche: Oh, beautiful Mother Earth. Land, land at last. Thank God!
Rose: How long were we out there?
Dorothy: At least two rosaries.
Winston Hardwick III: We're lucky to be alive.
Blanche: And you. You miserable low-down piece of Yankee slime.
Winston Hardwick III: Blanche, I sense some hostility towards me.
Blanche: How'd you like to sense a coconut upside your head?