Rose: Oh, I'm glad everybody's still up. I just had a terrific idea.
Dorothy: Oh, what's that?
Rose: Well, I've been reading and re-reading Isaac's letters, and I've finally decided to tell him I want to meet him.
Blanche: But you said you wouldn't.
Rose: Well, I know what I said. But that was only because I never believed I'd find such a special man.
Dorothy: What makes you think he's special? I mean, you hardly know him.
Rose: I suppose, but it feels like I've known him for ages, and that he's known me. Oh, I've found the most wonderful man in the world, and I owe it all to the two of you. [exits]
Blanche: How do you spell Saskatchewan?

Blanche: Dorothy, what are we going to do?
Dorothy: Well, we certainly can't let Rose go out with a guy who said yes to a woman who just picked his name out of a book.
Blanche: You say that like nobody ever does it.

Dorothy: I haven't seen them anywhere.
Blanche: Oh, my God, Dorothy, what if he turns out to be some sort of a depraved ex-convict who's kidnapped Rose, and is dragging her across seven states on a rampage of violence and destruction unparalleled in the annals of modern crime?
Dorothy: Then we probably should have told her about the letters.

Rose: Oh, Sophia. Your card game run late?
Sophia: They changed the route on the number 10 bus. They didn't even put up a sign.
Rose: That's terrible. Where did you end up?
Sophia: Who knows? I could only find one person who spoke English, and he tried to blame me personally for the Bay of Pigs.
Rose: How did you get home?
Sophia: I took the bus the other way. That's when I also noticed that they'd changed the name of the number 10 to number 7. I'm gonna write David Horowitz.
Rose: Oh, Sophia, I think you got on the wrong bus.
Sophia: Maybe I did, but I'm gonna write Horowitz, anyway. I want someone to arrest David Hartman's dentist.

Blanche: Honey, have you given any thought to advertising?
Rose: Oh, Blanche. I could never dress the way you do. Besides, I have to wear undies. Not all my wool skirts are lined.

Blanche: Hi, Sophia.
Sophia: I don't want to turn around. Do any of you see a fedora in the window?
Rose: I don't.
Sophia: Good. I lost him.
Dorothy: Lost him? Lost who?
Sophia: This guy who keeps following me all the time. Apparently, he's English. I met him down at the Center. He's got the hots for me. As much as an English guy can get the hots.

Rose: Well, I suppose I could try it, but I could never, ever see myself going out with a man I met that way.
Blanche: Honey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Rose: Blanche, you make it sound like I'm the only woman in Miami who doesn't have a date.
Sophia: Rose, I need to borrow a silk scarf tonight.
Rose: You have a date?
Sophia: No, I'm doing the Dance of the Seven Veils, and I'm one short. Sometimes I worry about her.

Blanche: Rose, I have a date tonight so I'm borrowing your pearl earrings.
Rose: You are? Well what if I'm using them?
Blanche: Oh, honey, I would be so happy for you. But I know you don't have a date. Actually, the only woman I know who went without male companionship longer than you was Heather Swain, who went to the sanatorium for what Reverend Samuels insisted was the croup, but which all Mayflower County knew was a [whispering] social disease.
Dorothy: Congratulations, Rose. A new record. And you've done it without needing [whispering] penicillin.

Wilfred: You can't get rid of me, Sophia. I won't give up until I make you mine.
Sophia: Here. Hold this. [Sophia places food from the buffet in a plastic baggy]
Wilfred: I know what you're thinking, that I'm only after your money. But I love you from the depths of my soul. The fact that you're a wealthy widow only makes me want to protect you, not to take advantage of you.
Sophia: Whoa, Willy. You got your brains in your ascot? Where did you get the idea I was a wealthy widdow?
Wilfred: RJ Jolonoux.
Sophia: I just told him that so he'd take me to bingo.
Wilfred: You aren't a wealthy widow?
Sophia: I can't even keep a minimum balance in my checking account.
Wilfred: My regards to your lovely family. [exits]

Dorothy: You have a date? Anyone we know?
Rose: Isaac.
Dorothy: Excuse me?
Rose: Isaac, from the personals.
Blanche: You're not serious?
Rose: Sure I am. Before I had a chance to write and suggest we meet, I got a letter from him, saying he was being transferred to Saskatchewan. He's going to be the Smudge Pot Supervisor of the first domed orange grove in Canada. Anyway, he's leaving Tuesday, so I figured there was no time to waste.
Blanche: I told you we shouldn't have done this.
Rose: So I looked through all the phone books, and would you believe there was only one listing for Isaac Q Newton. I called him up and invited him to the reception. He should be here any minute.