Dorothy: I'm just so sorry that it took me so long to realize how much this meant to you. It's just very hard for me to let go.
Sophia: Me too. But someone else needs me more. It's time for me to move on. My job here is done.
Dorothy: I always love it when you talk like the Lone Ranger.
Dorothy: Ma, I want you to know that I support your decision. I think you'll make a great nun.
Sophia: Thanks. I needed to hear that.
Dorothy: I love you, Ma.
Sophia: I love you, too, Tonto.

Dorothy: Ma, where are Blanche and Rose?
Sophia: Oh, they wanted to browse in the gift shop. They're having a sale on John the Baptist placemats.
Dorothy: Ma, do you remember that summer you told me I didn't get into Girl Scout camp, and you said we were gonna have more fun than any two people ever had?
Sophia: They want me out?
Dorothy: Yesterday.

Sophia: Dorothy, I don't get it. I know God wants my life to be meaningful. That's not gonna happen unless I'm here.
Dorothy: Ma, your life is meaningful. You do nothing but help other people. You do Meals On Wheels, Red Cross, volunteer hospital work. The point is, you don't have to be in a convent to make your life meaningful. I mean, Sister Agnes belonged here, but you don't.
Sophia: So who's gonna take Sister Agnes' place?
Dorothy: Nobody can take her place. Just like nobody can take your place.
Sophia: I miss her.
Dorothy: I know. Let's go home.
Sophia: All right. But I'll be missing movie night. But so what? After the tenth time, it isn't the greatest story ever told.

Dorothy: Ma, I have a little surprise for you. Girls? Look who it is.
Sophia: It's Blanche and Rose. Where's the surprise?
Rose: Honey, we're your surprise. We came to see you.
Sophia: Nice to see you. What a lovely surprise. Welcome to our little convent. Not even a Bundt cake, huh?

Sophia: Pussycat, what are you doin' here?
Dorothy: Oh, I just missed you and wanted to say hi and see how you're doin'.
Sophia: I'm doin' fine. Ten days celibate.
Dorothy: Same here.

Rose: Do you remember Mr. Nivingston, the guy whose rear end you smacked? Well, my insurance company just called, and the guy is claiming he hurt his back. And he's threatening a lawsuit unless we settle out of court.
Blanche: Oh, that's terrible.
Rose: I know. And I'm the one he's suing, 'cause it's my car.
Blanche: Oh! Ha-ha! Oh. Boy, you had me goin' there for a second. I thought you meant he was suing me. Whew. What?
Dorothy: Blanche, Rose may be taken to court for something that you did. Don't you even care?
Blanche: Dorothy, good grief. There's nothing to worry about. I'm sure he's just tryin' to hold up his insurance company. There's nothin' wrong with that man's back.
Rose: How can you tell?
Blanche: Because I know the crooked walk of man when his back has been injured. I cannot tell you how many men I have seen limp out of my bedroom. Shoulders stooped and their backs curved.
Dorothy: Blanche, that's different. That's shame.

Arthur: Thank you, Blanche. I can't believe how nice you're being to me even though I'm suing your friend.
Blanche: Well, I've always been attracted to ever-so-slightly younger men. Besides, just look at you. Ooh! Must be so frustratin' for an athlete like you. Did you ever play any college ball?
Arthur: No. As a boy, I got as far as the Pee-Wee leagues, but then I discovered stamps. Wow.
Blanche: You know, when I first saw you, I said to myself, "Philatelist."