Blanche: I'd better freshen up.
Dorothy: Blanche, he is not coming over to look at you. He's coming over to look at the baby.
Blanche: I will be holding the baby, next to my bosom. What a magnificent picture. God, I wish that thing didn't look so sickly.

Sophia: I don't care if you are paying for dinner. What you wanna do is crazy.
Martha: It's time to go, Sophia. I don't want to see another Monday. I don't want to wait, and end up going like Lydia. I'm going to decide when it's over.
Sophia: I always thought somebody named God did that.
Martha: You don't understand. I'm afraid of the pain, of the hurting. I'm afraid of being alone, of dying alone. I can take the pills myself, but I want you to be there and hold my hand.
Sophia: You're right, I don't understand. I'd do anything to stay alive. If my heart stopped beating, I'd want every doctor in town jumping up and down on my chest.
Martha: You say that now, but I don't have the courage to die by inches. I'm going to do it, whether you're there or not. I don't want to die alone. Please, help me.

Rose: OK, I've got another one. Whenever my kids couldn't sleep, we always sang to them.
Blanche: A lullaby?
Rose: Sort of. "Mr. Sandman."
Dorothy: Oh, I don't know, Rose.
Blanche: Dorothy, come on. It's worth a try. It's either we sing or he sings.
Dorothy: Oh, all right.
Rose: Boom... Boom... Well?
Blanche: Well what?
Rose: After my "boom" comes your "boom," and then yours, until we're all "boom"ing.

Dorothy: Ma, we're sorry our singing woke you.
Sophia: It wasn't you. I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamt my Uncle Giuseppe came down from heaven and was pointing a finger at me. I think it was a finger. And he was warning me - if I did a certain thing, I wouldn't get into heaven.
Dorothy: What thing?
Sophia: Try murder.
Rose: It was just a dream, Sophia.
Sophia: It's not just a dream for me. Martha wants to commit suicide, and she wants me to be there with her.
Blanche: And what did you say?
Sophia: I said I'd think about it. You can't say no to somebody who pops for a $75 dinner. Tell them, Blanche.

Dorothy: Ma, I can't believe that you're seriously considering getting involved in this!
Sophia: Martha's a sick woman. And she doesn't wanna get any sicker. She's gonna do it anyway, so why should she die alone?
Rose: This is wrong, Sophia.
Dorothy: Forget about whether this is right or wrong. Ma, I'm worried about you! When Martha takes those pills or whatever and the life drains out of her, you're gonna be in that room, alone. What are you gonna do, Ma? How are you gonna feel?
Sophia: I don't know, but I'll deal with it.

Dorothy: Ma, I forbid you to do this.
Sophia: Dorothy, sometimes you forget, I'm the mother here.
Dorothy: That has nothing to do with this.
Sophia: It has everything to do with this. In the 25 years I have on you, I've learned something. I just wish I could remember what it is. Oh, yeah, I got it. It's not whether you agree or disagree with somebody. It's whether you can be there for that person when they need you.

Martha: You came.
Sophia: I said I would.
Martha: Come in. Come in and sit down. I have something to show you. Look, ten carats, and not a flaw. I bought it today, on time.
Sophia: Very nice. Look, I was thinking, maybe you shouldn't go through with this-
Martha: No, I have to go. I've never felt so happy. Do you like the ring?
Sophia: Reminds me of a doorknob I had back in Brooklyn. What are you doing?
Sophia: Just my way of saying thank you. Well, I think I've taken care of everything.
Martha: Now, you'll see to it that they don't put lipstick on my teeth.
Sophia: Don't worry. I'll take them out and check them personally.

Martha: Well I guess it's time to go. You will hold my hand?
Sophia: Sure I will.
Martha: I'm so glad I don't have to go alone.
Sophia: Uh, do you remember how we met?
Martha: Yes. About eight years ago. We shared a room in the hospital. You had the heart scare, I was the gall bladder.
Sophia: They gave you my sponge bath by mistake.
Martha: You ate my Jell-O. It was a horrible little room. We couldn't wait to get out of it.
Sophia: Because we wanted to live.
Martha: Yes. I remember.
Sophia: Remember better. Remember life.
Martha: I don't have much of one. I'm not like you. You live with friends and family, holidays and warmth. I hear the silence.
Sophia: We'll talk. We'll talk all the time. You can come over Thanksgiving, Christmas, every Friday night. I may not be there, but you could always talk to Rose.

Martha: No, I want to go. Lydia looked so peaceful.
Sophia: We're not in this life for peace!
Martha: You're crying!
Sophia: No, I'm not. I don't cry.
Martha: I can see your tears.
Sophia: And I can see yours. Know what that tells me?
Martha: What?
Sophia: You're not as ready to die as you think you are. You still wanna live, kid.
Martha: Some kid! I don't know what to do.
Sophia: That's the point. If you're not sure, you can't change your mind tomorrow. You wanted me to be here for your death. How about letting me be here for your life?
Martha: Like a friend?
Sophia: Like a best friend.

Dorothy: Rose, what are you doing?
Rose: I'm diapering a turkey. It's been so long since I changed a diaper, I figured I'd practice before the baby gets here.