Blanche: Oh, I am exhausted. I have spent this entire day bed-shopping.
Sophia: Have you no shame?
Blanche: Bed-hopping nowadays is sexually irresponsible.
Dorothy: Not bed-hopping, Ma. Bed-shopping.
Sophia: Yeah, right. Nice cover.
Blanche: It's true. I need a new bed. My old one is falling apart. [Dorothy puts a cookie in Sophia's mouth] The prices are outrageous. The bed I wanted cost more than the original down payment on my first house.
Sophia: In Sicily, beds were dirt-cheap. Of course it was because you slept on dirt. Just an observation. If my name were Mark Twain, you'd be writing this stuff down.