Dorothy: I am not paying for the dress. I will pay for the dry cleaning and that's all. I told you before, you can't return something after it's been worn.
Blanche: I certainly can't now after your little spasm. I wanted to wear something tonight that Duane's never seen me in.
Sophia: Maybe you should try underwear.

Rose: I don't know what's real anymore. When I think of the things I've told Miles, the things he's told me. The things we've told each other. Things we've said in a restaurant. Things we've said on our way to a restaurant. Things we've said on the way home-
Dorothy: The two of you shared! We get it!
Rose: But who was I sharing with? If you say something to somebody who isn't really who he is, have you actually said anything or not? And if he's heard it as someone he really isn't, has anything you've said actually been heard?
Sophia: Sorry, I wasn't listening.

Sophia: You know, I once prepared a six-course meal with what I thought was chicken. But it turned out to be a-
Dorothy: Ma!
Dorothy: Rose, in my heart, I cannot believe that Miles is a rat. He just fell in with the wrong people, that's all. Now look, I know you have a date with him tomorrow night. Keep it. I'm sure you'll find he's the same caring, sensitive man you've known all along. [to Sophia] My God, it wasn't my confirmation dinner, was it?
Sophia: Your pop sure made everyone laugh when he made the little feet dance.

Dorothy: I'm so sorry about this, Miles.
Sophia: Can we get this guy outta here? I don't want to be killed at my age. That would be like getting tackled on the one-yard line.

Dorothy: Ma, what is it?
Sophia: Gladys wants to take a man to Tony Bennett in my place.
Blanche: Oh, Sophia, calm down, honey. It's all right if you want to drop your girlfriend because a man asks you out. That's the law of the jungle.
Sophia: Thank you, Sheena, Queen of the Slut People.

Sophia: Can you believe it? Tony Bennett. What that man does to me with his voice your father couldn't accomplish with his hands.
Blanche: Oh, I know what you're talking about, Sophia. There are men's voices that get me going like that, too.
Dorothy: Blanche, there are men's socks that can get you going like that.

Miles: You know what, ladies? What do you say we take a rain check on the poetry reading?
Sophia: I'd say no dice. Doesn't "rain check" mean we'd have to come back?
Dorothy: When she kids you like that, it means she likes you.

Rose: Miles, I thought you were grading papers.
Miles: No, I wasn't. I lied.
Rose: Oh, my God. What were you grading?

Miles: Rose, here are the poems I was going to read. Why don't you look them over? We'll discuss them the next time we're all together.
Blanche: So long.
Miles: Bye, Blanche.
Blanche: [to Dorothy] Actually, I was describing the evening.

Dorothy: Hi, Blanche.
Blanche: Oh, hi. How was school today?
Dorothy: Ah, pretty good. Almost half the class came back after the fire drill.