Rose: Look what we've eaten!
Blanche: Oh, and I can't sleep on a full stomach.
Dorothy: Would you look at what time it is. Would you like some coffee?
Rose: Sure. How 'bout some Danish? It's almost breakfast.
Blanche: Hey, want some eggs?
Rose: Sure!
Dorothy: Do we have any bacon?
Blanche: Yeah.
Dorothy: Scramble me a couple, but scramble soft.

Milton: No offense to Rose, but I'm glad she wasn't here when I dropped by today.
Blanche: Why Milton, what a sweet thing to say. That must be why I date more than she does.
Milton: And I meant what I said about that diet of yours. Men of our generation like a little meat on their women. Maybe you don't want to pinch an inch, but I do.

Blanche: A coffee shop?
Dorothy: Day-old Danish.
Rose: Yeah!
Blanche: Twelve-hour-days in a steamy hash joint serving chili to a bunch of grubby truckers?
Dorothy: Oh, come on, Blanche. I mean, she's working at the Fountain Rock. It's not Mel's Diner. I mean, the worst that can happen is she'll get scratched by a pinkie ring.
Blanche: But 12 hours on your feet waiting tables? Honey, that is gritty, grimy, grueling work!
Rose: But it's work! It beats the hell out of feeling sorry for myself, and it'll be a lot nicer to fall asleep from being tired than crying.

Blanche: Honey, I wanted to ask you about Milton.
Rose: Yes.
Blanche: Well, that is strictly a professional relationship?
Rose: Oh, absolutely! Oh, there couldn't be anything between Milton and me. He has this thing about only dating fat women.

Dorothy: I mean, what did you do the next day when you had to start putting your life together?
Rose: I couldn't do it. I'd been a housewife for 32 years. I totally depended on Charlie.
Dorothy: Yeah, but the point is, eventually you did what you had to do. You took care of yourself. Sweetheart, you're now in exactly the same position.
Rose: Not exactly. I'm five years older and nobody wants me around.
Blanche: Oh, honey, we want you around. We just can't afford to pay you.