Blanche: Hi, Sophia. Boy, I tell you, there is nothing more invigorating than spending a little time on a boat.
Sophia: Oh, yeah? Not when I sailed to America. Picture it. There we were, a tired, poor, huddled mass eating marinara sauce out of a can. It was hell. And the entertainment? Some guy from Palermo forgot his accordion, so he sat around singing "0 Solo Mio" while squeezing a monkey.
Blanche: Sophia.
Sophia: Sophia what? It was the worst time of my life. If it weren't for pin the tail on the French, we would've gone stir-crazy.

Rose: Oh, isn't this exciting? Taking part in a protest. Standing up as free Americans and exercising our right to say: "We're mad as hell and we're not gonna take it anymore!"
Blanche: I'm out of spit. Can I go now?
Rose: Twenty envelopes and you're ready to quit? Blanche, we joined the Friends of Sea Mammals for a reason.
You are so unmotivated.
Blanche: Well, when I joined this Mammals with Blowholes thing, I didn't expect to be carrying picket signs on some grungy dock. I was hoping more for a fundraiser cocktail party with Chinese lanterns and Portuguese, no, Hispanic waiters in tight black pants. And we hire a band to play fish songs in pirate suits with muscles bulging.
Rose: Your mouth is watering now, Blanche. Keep licking.

Rose: We may not agree with the fishermen, but we want this demonstration to be peaceful. In the tradition of you know, the short, bald Indian fellow with the glasses and the diaper. You know, the one who didn't eat and won an Oscar.

Rose: All creatures must learn to coexist. Back where I come from, they do. That's why the brown bear and the field mouse can share their lives and live in harmony. 'Course, they can't mate, or the mice would explode. Well, you know what I mean.
Dorothy: I think Rose needs to work on her metaphors.

Blanche: Rose, I was just telling Sophia what a wonderful day we had.
Rose: Wonderful, my foot. Blanche, you saw that dolphin. All tangled up in that tuna boat's net. Thousands of them die that way each year. We have to do something.
Blanche: You are absolutely right. From this moment on, no more tuna fish.
Rose: Blanche, you hate tuna fish.
Blanche: All right. Then no more tuna fishermen.

Sophia: Kenny. Come here. What's with this clown business? Couldn't you be a lawyer and just hang out with clowns?
Ken: I know it sounds a little odd, Mrs. Petrillo, but right now I'm just burned out on law. Frankly, I think I can contribute more to the world in big red shoes and a spinning bow tie and carrying a little umbrella that rains on me.
Sophia: I see. Dorothy? Here. What did you do to him?

Blanche: I know you're down in the dumps, but I'm so glad you came. I really want us to make a difference today.
Dorothy: Blanche, I am impressed. You have really changed your tune.
Blanche: It's funny how that happened. There I was, staying up last night, coming up with excuses to get out of this. And then it occurred to me. I said, "Water Lily,"- That's what I call myself sometimes.
Dorothy: Oh.
Blanche: "Water Lily, you've never done anything like this in your life. Now, this is important. For the love of mother earth and the love of mother nature, commit yourself to this, Blanche Devereaux!" Isn't that exciting?
Dorothy: Caught a rerun of Flipper on cable, did you?
Blanche: A particularly touching one. Where Flipper comes to the rescue. It was only after that I picked up Rose's pamphlets and read about these magnificent creatures.
Dorothy: Oh, that's beautiful. Water Lily?
Blanche: Uh-huh.

Blanche: Rose, honey, what is the matter?
Rose: We didn't accomplish anything today, Blanche. Those tuna fishermen will be out there again tomorrow doing the same thing. I swear, I feel like a failure.
Blanche: Honey, you can't change the world in one day. But just think about what we did do. I bet we saved a few dolphin by keeping that boat off the water, and the next time you're walking along the beach and you see a school swim by, why, you can think, "Maybe I saved those gorgeous creatures from those horrible nets." You still think we were a failure?
Rose: You're right. I just wish we could save 'em all.
Blanche: You wanna do more? Fine. Let's go back down to the dock.
Rose: Really?
Blanche: Sure. I know a waterfront bar where a lot of foreign fishermen hang out.
Rose: Do you think they'd listen to me?
Blanche: Well, sure, they will, honey. They don't speak English and they're horny.

Dorothy: Hi, girls. Do these pearls look OK with this?
Blanche: Honey, pearls look fine with everything, from the fanciest dress to that.

Blanche: You have another date with Ken. Oh, Sophia, do you believe it?
Sophia: And I thought my head was spinning from the splash of vino in my lemonade.
Rose: Sophia, you don't put wine in your lemonade.
Sophia: No. You're right. I don't. It was a joke. Ha-ha.