Sophia: You really knew Frank Nitti?
Rocco: Well, sure. Frank Nitti, Dutch Schultz, Al Capone.
Dorothy: Rocco, are you saying you were in the Mob?
Rocco: I ran Detroit.
Sophia: The marathon. He ran the Detroit marathon.

Dorothy: I cannot believe my mother is hanging with that cheap hood.
Rose: You mean Rocco?
Dorothy: No, Rose. I mean Spiro Agnew. He gave her a highway contract instead of an ID bracelet.

Rose: I think he's kinda cute.
Dorothy: He is not cute. He is a bad influence. Ever since Ma started seeing him, she's on the phone all day, she stays up all night. Yesterday, she came home with NyQuil on her breath and his surgical stockings in her pocket.

Dorothy: Blanche, what's with you and Rose?
Blanche: I'll tell you what. This.
Dorothy: What is it?
Blanche: Rose's diary.
Dorothy: What are you doing with it?
Blanche: It was just lying out on the dining room table. I picked it up, and the lock just popped right open just like this. Listen to this: "Dear Diary, I don't know how much longer I can stand living with these two pigs. At first, moving in with them seemed like a good way to save money, but it's just getting out of hand. If one isn't keeping me awake with her squealing, the other one is belching in my face." You do that sometimes, Dorothy. After you've had a Denver omelette.

Dorothy: Now, you know this is a real invasion of Rose's privacy. And it's a Spanish omelette.
Blanche: Doesn't it bother you?
Dorothy: Not if I take a little Gelusil.

Dorothy: Blanche and I read Rose's diary.
Blanche: And she wrote some terrible things about us.
Rose: About you? I didn't write anything about you. I didn't even know you when I kept that diary.
Dorothy: What are you talking about?
Rose: That was my 4-H diary. I kept it one summer when I raised two pigs for the county fair.
Blanche: You kept a diary about raising two pigs?
Rose: You know another way to get a 4-H pig diary badge?

Rose: There's no point, Sophia. I'll never be able to forgive them.
Blanche: Isn't there anything we can do?
Rose: No. Absolutely not. I'm unyielding on this.
Dorothy: Rose, can't you think of anything that'll make us still be friends?
Rose: No. This time, you've crossed the line. If I can't trust you, then we can't be friends. The relationship is over.
Good-bye. [exits, returns] I got out in the hall, and I missed you guys already. Please, let's be friends.

Sophia: No. Wait. Wait. He didn't rob that bank. I know Rocco. He's a good man. A decent man. An honest man. And not a bad kisser.
Dorothy: How do you explain this money?
Sophia: What are you, a treasury agent? It's circumstantial evidence.

Sophia: [answering phone] Hello? Oh, Rocco, we were just talking about you. A funny thing just happened. We found thousands of dollars in your bag, and, well, we were kinda wondering where it came from. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh, well, right. That clears it all up. See you later, then. [hangs up] He robbed the bank. Anybody hungry?

Dorothy: What do you mean, you're not calling the police? The man just told you he robbed a bank!
Sophia: He also told me he had a very good reason. He did it for love.
Rose: Gee. The most any man ever did for me was getting all his sheep to lie down in a field and spell out my name.