Dorothy: A promise is a promise. Now, look, we're all very fond of Miles. Besides, a little culture wouldn't hurt any of us.
Sophia: All right, we'll go. But I'd rather stay home and eat flot.

Miles: So overall, then, what I'd say Frost is most significantly remembered for is his simple, clear use of language and uncomplicated imagery to express the quiet values of a rural New England life.
Sophia: [Dorothy nudges her awake] Are we home yet?

Sophia: [answering phone] Hello? Oh, Gladys, buby.You what? Goldfein, I put a Sicilian curse on you. You'll be barren! OK, worse. You won't be barren. And you know what else, Goldfein? That sandwich I gave you yesterday, it was ham.

Miles: Rose, my real name is Nicholas Carbone. I was an accountant in Chicago, and my biggest client was the dead man we saw on the TV news bulletin this evening.
Rose: The Cheeseman?
Miles: Yeah, that's right. Rose, you have to believe me. By the time I found out about it, I was too deeply involved. I was arrested. The feds tried to pin everything on me. You mean- Did they- Have you been to prison?
Miles: Oh, no. I couldn't let that happen. Can you imagine what my life would've been like if the other inmates found out how much I love to dance? No, the D.A. offered me a deal, and I turned state's evidence. Which put my client Mr. Moran away for a long, long time. Do you understand what I'm saying?
Sophia: Yeah, you're a snitch.
Miles: No, I'm not a snitch. I am an informant.
Sophia: Oh, a snitch in a tie.

Sophia: OK, let me get this straight. You mean to tell me you are personally acquainted with men who do bodily harm to private citizens for money?
Miles: I can't deny it, Sophia. Yes.
Sophia: Then take down this address. Gladys Goldfein, 326-
Dorothy: Ma!

Miles: Rose, I know this is a little overwhelming, but try to look at it through my eyes. I have my life back now. And for the first time in years, I've been able to call my friends and let 'em know where I am.
Rose: Well, you may have your life back, but I've had the rug pulled out from under mine.
Miles: Sweetheart, I I had no choice, but, Rose, I want you to know, the one thing I was never faking was the way I feel about you.
Rose: How can I believe you? How can I believe anything you've ever said to me?
Miles: Look, I know it sounds awful, but it's not. I can be free. I can go back to Chicago. And, sweetheart, I want you there with me.
Rose: Chicago? Go to Chicago? I don't even know you!

Blanche: Oh, Rose, honey, we know how confused you must feel, but no matter how unfocused your emotions are, you must try to express them. So just go ahead and cry if you want to, or scream or throw things if you have to, but let those feelings out, honey. Let 'em fill this room.
Rose: ... ... Heck!
Blanche: I know, baby. I know.

Dorothy: Oh, Rose, this is terrible. You have been robbed of the most basic sense of security. You know, no matter what else is happening, at the very least, I know that when I come home at night you are you, Blanche is Blanche, and Ma - if she's taken her medication - is my mother.

Dorothy: She wants to know what to do about Miles.
Sophia: Drop him.
Dorothy: Ma!
Sophia: When someone you trusted tells you something that turns out not to be true, wash your hands of them, give them the boot, dump 'em.
Dorothy: A little bit of Gladys Goldfein slipping into this opinion, Ma?
Sophia: Who else are we talkin' about?

Blanche: Oh, Rose, I thought I heard your voice. Now, I want you to start at the beginning, and tell us everything.
Sophia: Booze, shrimp. You're up to speed. Go, Rose.