Herb Shrewsbury: Well, the trial is set for a month from now, so I'm going to need some character witnesses.
Blanche: Maybe you should start by interviewing me. I would make a wonderful witness. I can't tell you how many times I've been badgered by lawyers. Well, I could, but it might sound like boasting.

Blanche: Hey, I have an idea. Let's have a getting-out-of-prison party. See, everybody can pretend they've been locked up for about three years and they have all this pent-up sexual energy. Everybody's all pumped up because all you ever do in prison is lift weights, so we'll get all those muscle guys with homemade tattoos... What are you looking at?

Herb Shrewsbury: You did a good job, ladies, but let's not forget there still has to be a trial, and Mrs. Heartgrove's confession is pretty strong. I just wish we had something that reflected on her credibility.
Sophia: What if we had a video of her and a friend mooning a hot dog vendor?
Herb Shrewsbury: That would totally discredit her.
Sophia: Wait a minute. I just remembered who the friend was. Can't use it. Moving on.

Rose: Hi, girls.
Dorothy: Oh, Rose, I missed you at breakfast. Did you and Miles have fun last night?
Rose: Oh, yes. We had dinner at the Mandarin Rathskeller, that new Chinese-German restaurant.
Dorothy: How was it?
Rose: Oh, the food was good. But an hour later, Miles and I were both hungry. For power. [laughing]
Blanche: Oh, my, that provincial Midwestern sense of humor that everybody hates.

Rose: Well, all's well that ends well.
Blanche: What?
Rose: It's a title of a Shakespeare play.
Blanche: Rose, nothing is well, and nothing has ended. Sophia's out on bail, awaiting her trial.
Rose: Well, if Dorothy had said it, you'd think it was brilliant.

Blanche: Girls, this is Herb Shrewsbury, our lawyer.
Sophia: So, what are my chances, shyster? Or do you prefer "ambulance chaser"?
Dorothy: Ma, he's here to help you. Are you nuts?
Sophia: If it helps.

Herb Shrewsbury: This is very important, Rose. It might take a couple of hours, so relax and get comfortable.
Rose: The last time someone said that to me, I had two pigs on my back and I was pushing a wheelbarrow.
Herb Shrewsbury: Why?
Rose: To relax and get comfortable.

Sophia: I feel like I am in prison, with you keeping an eye on me 24 hours a day. Are you gonna keep doing that for the rest of my life?
Dorothy: No, only until you give up this ridiculous idea about leaving the country.
Sophia: I'm not skipping bail, Pussycat. I'd never make it. Every cab driver, waitress and skycap between here and Sicily would be only too eager to talk to the police.
Dorothy: Why do you say that?
Sophia: I under-tip.

Blanche: How's Sophia?
Dorothy: She's over that crazy idea about Sicily, but she's still very concerned about going to jail.
Rose: Well, who wouldn't be? It's a terrifying prospect to think about. Prison. The coldness of it, the steel bars, the wedges of cheese hanging overhead, tantalizingly just out of reach.
Dorothy: Let me guess. St. Olaf County Jail?
Rose: And deli.

Dorothy: Can we concentrate? It seems like all we ever do around here is eat.
Blanche: Maybe it's all you ever do.
Dorothy: Oh, excuse me. I forgot about all those other appetites you satisfy before going to the fridge.
Blanche: My life is more than just sex and food. I take care of this house. Why, just the other day we had a leak, and the gas man came out. Oh, no, wait a minute. I guess that falls under sex.
Rose: And you did fix him a sandwich afterwards.
Blanche: Oh, yeah.