Renee: Blanche, at the hospital they call him St. George. I'm married to a saint and I tell him to work less because I'm Ionely?
Sophia: Don't you think St. Francis of Assisi's wife had a similar problem? Don't you think she said, "Frank, enough donkeys"?

Dorothy: Come on, a movie will cheer you up.
Renee: What are you seeing?
Blanche: Nightmare On Elm Street 4.
Rose: Do you have to have seen 1, 2 and 3 to appreciate it?
Dorothy: No, Rose, it stands alone.

Jenny: Well, I went there to be with my boyfriend, but when I got there I found he was practically living with somebody else. He'd replaced me.
Rose: With what?
Dorothy: A hand puppet, Rose.

Jenny: He met a thin, blonde goddess. One of those girls who has everything, you know. Looks, money, brains, a body, and now my boyfriend.
Blanche: Honey, I've been in that position more than once.
Sophia: You've been in every position more than once.
Jenny: My position?
Blanche: Oh, goodness, no. The goddess' position. We have our problems, too.
Dorothy: Especially when the goddess is now twice the size she used to be.

Dorothy: And, honey, the loss of your first love is the worst, the very worst.
Rose: Oh, I know. I remember mine.
Sophia: It was probably a cow.
Rose: How on earth did you know that, Sophia?
Sophia: Wild guess.

Renee: It's happened to all of us, sweetheart, and we've all survived.
Blanche: Never happened to me.
Dorothy: Oh, come on, Blanche. What, you were never rejected?
Blanche: Well, once. But just once.
Jenny: By who?
Blanche: Weight Watchers for being too thin.

Rose: I couldn't go to another doctor.
Renee: See?
Rose: George is the only man to ever see me naked.
Blanche: Get outta here.
Rose: Well, except for Charlie, of course.
Blanche: Get outta here.
Rose: And the vet.
Dorothy: The vet?
Rose: Our prize hen, Henrietta, had some kind of a chicken disease or something. I don't exactly know what it was.
Dorothy: Chickenpox.
Rose: No, I don't think so. Anyway, I had an earache, so he saw us both at the same time.
Dorothy: For that you got naked?
Rose: I thought that was strange, too.

Dorothy: Mine was Larry Raganetti. Oh, how I loved him. He was gorgeous. He left me for Cookie Kelly. She kissed with her mouth open.
Blanche: Well why didn't you kiss with your mouth open, Dorothy?
Dorothy: I was eight.
Blanche: So?