George: Oh, honey, you don't have to ask my forgiveness for anything. I love you. Good God, you're as pretty now as the day we met. You remember that first day we met?
Blanche: The University Club Cotillion. Our eyes met and I knew you were the only man for me. So when it was ladies' choice, I sent my fiance off for some punch, and I strutted up to you and I said, "May I have this dance?"
George: And I said, "The pleasure would be all mine."
Blanche: And I said, "I know it." Oh, those damn eyes. I still haven't seen in anyone else's what I see in yours.
[Blanche wakes up in bed, she looks and places her hand on the vacant pillow next to her]
Blanche: Oh! Oh. [chuckles]

Blanche: George, is that really you?
George: It's me, Blanche.
Blanche: But you're dead. At least you're supposed to be. I buried you nine years ago. What in hell is going on?
George: Well, I guess the best thing to do is just give it to you plain and simple. Blanche, I staged my death.
Sophia: [o.s.] He stained his desk?!

George: So, did you make a decision?
Blanche: Before I can even think about that, there's something I gotta do for me. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I need to ask for your forgiveness.
George: What? I'm the one who should be down on my knees after what I did.
Blanche: George, the day you died - or didn't die - I was home alone when the phone rang. I ran to answer it and I tripped over your damn shoes, and I said, "Oh, George, I hate you." It was the police telling me you'd been in an accident. Never thought I'd have the chance, but I'm just so sorry my last thoughts of you were "I hate you."
George: Well, honey, you always were fiery. I love that about you.
Blanche: There's more. Since the funeral, I've been with other men. Many, many men. I always felt like I was cheating on ya.
George: Oh, Blanche, every day I was gone, I always wished you'd find somebody who could make you happy. How-how many men?
Blanche: Two.

Rose: Dorothy, these are from celebrities!
Dorothy: Oh, Rose, that's private.
Blanche: Lyle Waggoner and Sonny Bono!
Sophia: Dorothy. My poor, sweet, dead-end Dorothy. You're sending flowers to yourself again, aren't you?
Dorothy: Why is it so hard to believe that I am being chased by two men? Shut up, Blanche. Last week, I didn't have anything to do one night- Shut up, Ma. So I went to the dinner theater and I saw Lyle and Sonny in a production of Equus. Uh. Our six eyes met, Sonny fell into the orchestra pit, Lyle forgot his lines and went into Under the Yum Yum Tree. Except for the reviews, it was a magical night.

Rose: Sonny Bono and Lyle Waggoner! Dorothy, this is an embarrassment of riches!
Dorothy: I wanted to tell you sooner, but, well, I was afraid that you might not believe me.
Sophia: And why should we, Miss Junior Prom 1946?
Dorothy: Ma, you promised.
Sophia: "Dating the quarterback," she says. Buys her own corsage, spends the evening hiding in the basement, slow-dancing with a rake. Would've gotten away with it, too, but while giving herself hickeys with a vacuum cleaner, she stepped into a puddle.
Dorothy: To most mothers, that would be a cry for affection. To you, it's just ammo.

Rose: Here's a good idea, Blanche. If you really want to be safe, why don't you let us come with you?
Blanche: OK, you can all come. But you have to promise me you won't do anything to embarrass me.
Dorothy: I promise.
Rose: Oh, I promise.
Sophia: I'll try, but if they serve me cauliflower, it's in God's hands.

Dorothy: If you need us, we'll be on the lanai.
Sophia: And miss this? Like hell we will.
Dorothy: Shady Pines, Ma.
Sophia: You're bluffing.
Dorothy: The west wing.
Sophia: Right behind you.
Dorothy: Shady Pines, Rose.
Rose: This really shouldn't work on me.

Rose: To tell you the truth, I don't feel sorry for you, either. I mean, why should I? My Charlie is dead and nobody's giving me a second chance. Listen, Blanche. I know what it's like to have a husband suddenly taken. I never had a chance to say all those things I would've wanted to say. Well, you must know how that feels.
Blanche: Yes. But after what he did to me-
Rose: Blanche, this isn't about getting even. For nine years you've been missing George. Well, he's here and I'm jealous of you. Tell him you love him, tell him you hate him, I don't care. But just see him before he leaves. Do it for yourself. Do it for all of us who wish we had the chance.

Dorothy: Blanche? You OK?
Blanche: Oh, yeah. Fine.
Dorothy: I was just checking.
Blanche: Would you sit with me for a minute?
Dorothy: Well, sure, Blanche. Boy, you were doing a lot of talking in your sleep. Oh. You had that dream again, didn't you?

Sophia: I told you, I heard voices in here, and- Oh, God, it's Dorothy! I tell you, she takes one tennis lesson-
Dorothy: Ma, Blanche had her dream.
Rose: Are you all right?
Blanche: I think so. Usually I feel empty when I realize George isn't here, but this time, it's different.
Dorothy: How?
Blanche: Well, I don't know, the dream was diff- Oh, wait. I got to hug him. You know how I always wake up before I get to hug George. This time I didn't.
Rose: Oh, Blanche, that's wonderful.
Blanche: It was wonderful, Rose. When he died, I thought, "Oh, the worst part is I'll never get to hold him again." Tonight I did. I could actually feel him. Still can.
Dorothy: And you're gonna be all right?
Blanche: Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Good night.