Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, you did a pretty good job focusing this for Rose. And for me. I have to admit, you would have made a very good psychologist.
Sophia: Great idea, Pussycat. Give Blanche an office with a couch and a license to charge by the hour.

Dorothy: Father, this is my mother, Sophia Petrillo, my roommate, Blanche Devereaux.
Blanche: Hello.
Father O'Mara: Blanche Devereaux? I've heard quite a bit about you.
Blanche: All good, I hope.
Father O'Mara: I'm sorry, I can't reveal things learned in confession. But it's nice to match the name up with a face.

Blanche: How could he do a thing like that?
Dorothy: Believe me, just because men in the medical profession wear white, does not mean that they're angels.
Blanche: He did something horrible and unethical, and he has to answer for it. We are gonna find out who the proper authorities are, and you're gonna lodge a formal complaint.
Rose: I wish men would have breasts just for one day. Then they'd know what it's like to be judged by some physical trait. I mean, just because I'm built like this, you wouldn't believe how many people think I'm dumb.
Sophia: Rose, you're too hard on yourself. I know people who think you're dumb over the phone.

Rose: But there are other considerations. What if I were wrong? The last time I had courage, I confronted Lukan Ulfnooner, St. Olaf's moodiest plastic surgeon.
Dorothy: Thank you very much, Rose. That was a great story.
Rose: Nice try, Dorothy. Anyway, Doctor Ulfnooner did some work on my mom. And do you know who she came out looking like? Raymond Massey.
Dorothy: Rose, that's terrible.
Rose: Well, that's what I thought when I accused him of malpractice and ruined his business. Unfortunately, little did I know...
Blanche: Know what, Rose?
Rose: That was the look she was going for.

Blanche: Rose, just because you had one bad experience doesn't mean you shouldn't confront Dr. Norgan. Now, you were taken advantage of.
Rose: Blanche, I was groggy. And I'm not 100% sure he did it. And as far as being taken advantage of, look who's talking.
Blanche: I beg your pardon. Why, when I submit to a man's advances, it is with my consent. A woman has the option to say no. Honey, you weren't given that option. You were given nitrous oxide!
Sophia: By the way, Blanche, when did you ever say no?
Blanche: Did I say there was going to be a question and answer period after I spoke?

Sophia: What's going on?
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche is telling me about Freud.
Sophia: Why you asking her? I'm the one who slept with him.

Dorothy: Kevin, what're you gonna do when you're out in the world competing with young men who have applied themselves? Like Ralph Zaldin. You know, the boy whose underpants you turned into a hat yesterday after school?
Kevin: Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Ms. Zbornak, but Ralph Zaldin's a geek.
Dorothy: Oh, a student pays attention, works hard, gets good grades. Does that make him a geek?
Kevin: No, that makes him a dork. A geek is more like, you know, somebody with no friends, stays home every Saturday night, nose always buried in a book.
Dorothy: [to Sophia] One word out of you and I cut off your supply of Metamucil.

Blanche: Do I smell aftershave?
Dorothy: The coach was here, trying to get me to compromise my principles.
Blanche: I don't see what the big deal is about passing this boy. Why, in my neck of the woods, they practically gave grades away.
Dorothy: Blanche, in your neck of the woods, men named Bubba get into law school.

Sophia: So did you teach anybody anything today?
Dorothy: Well, I tried but it seems none of the kids are interested in learning how to diagram sentences. I really don't get it. Am I the only one who thinks diagramming sentences is fun?
Sophia: You talk like this on dates, don't you?

Sophia: Blanche, I'm trying to decide what to get Dorothy for her birthday. What do you think about this? "Good looking single white male seeks fun times on a regular basis."
Blanche: Well, it's something she doesn't have.