Rose: [sighs] As they say in St. Olaf, helderbargenberg gefloefen wurterberg.
Dorothy: You wanna help us out here, Rose?
Rose: Well, there's really no English word for gefloefen. Loosely translated, it means, "I hope you have a license to carry that gefloefen."

Miles: Dinner was delicious, Rose. What was it?
Rose: It's a Scandinavian specialty - kuldomar.
Miles: I've never heard of that before, but it's marvelous.
Rose: Oh, you just throw together some ground pork and cabbage.
Sophia: Cabbage, she serves me. In ten minutes I could be sky-writing.

Blanche: Well, I guess eventually this was bound to happen. I can just feel my femininity slipping through my fingers. And in the past there's always been a man there to catch it.

Dorothy: You're home early. Did you enjoy yourself?
Rose: Not really. Miles' friends are all college professors. I don't get it. When we're on the dance floor, it feels like we're made for each other. But tonight, with all his brilliant friends at the party, I felt like a fish out of water. Oh, sure I didn't flop around on the floor with my eyes bulging out gasping for air. I haven't done that at a party in years.

Miles: Come on. I want you to meet some people, Rose. Gale, Lillian, this is my friend Rose.
Gale: How do you do?
Lillian: Hello. Miles, we were just hypothesizing. If you were to invite any two people, living or dead, to dinner, who would they be?
Gale: Well, Lillian picked Winston Churchill and Browning without his wife. [laughing]
Miles: Rose, whom would you pick?
Rose: Just two? Well, that's tough. I- Well, I'd feel guilty if I didn't invite my two best friends, Dorothy and Blanche, but would it be OK if Jesus stopped by for dessert?

Dorothy: Blanche, what are you doing lining shelves on a Friday night?
Blanche: I'm workin' off all my excess sexual energy.
Dorothy: Why don't we just hook you up to the toaster and make Pop-Tarts?

Dorothy: Ma, did you have a good time?
Sophia: Great. I even made a few bucks.
Blanche: How did you do that, Sophia?
Sophia: The place was packed with old geezers ripe for the picking. I charged them ten cents a dance.
Dorothy: Ma, you didn't!
Sophia: Please. I worked hard for that money. Half the time they'd fall asleep in the middle of a song. How would you like to hold Mr. Morelli up for two choruses of "Jeepers Creepers"?
Dorothy: Ma, you did all that for 10 cents?
Sophia: I know. It's worth a buck. But all these guys lived through the Depression. For a buck they expect a good time, a shoe shine and a full tank of gas.

Blanche: Well, what do you know about him?
Rose: Nothing. Except he's a wonderful dancer.
Blanche: Oh, well, what's that? All that proves is he has rhythm. ... I see what you mean.

Rose: You know, you can learn a lot about a man just by the way he holds you in his arms. Whether he's kind, sensitive, caring...
Blanche: He dipped you, didn't he?
Rose: All evening.
Blanche: Oh, Lord. So long since I've been dipped. I can't even remember which end of a gefloefen is up.

Miles: Rose. Well, come on in. You're missing all the fun. I'll bet you probably thought that a party full of college professors would be stuffy, but not this one.
Rose: You're a college professor?
Miles: Well, what did you think I meant when I said I taught Hemingway?
Rose: I thought you were old.