Rose: Well, it wasn't unnatural in St. Olaf. We not only took care of our old people, we revered them, honored them, put them on a pedestal. 'Course, that's how we got to be the broken hip capital of the Midwest.

Dorothy: What's wrong?
Blanche: I will tell you what's wrong. I took Rose here on my shoot today, and they want to use her hands. Imagine. They want to use my face but her hands. Can you believe it? This is the most humiliating thing that's ever happened to me.
Dorothy: Ah, how quickly you forget the 1964 Tokyo Olympics.
Blanche: Big deal. 80,000 people had to wait 20 minutes. The torch eventually got there, didn't it?

Dorothy: I have to go to work, and I don't want you to worry about me. I'm going to say to you what you said to me the very first day you dropped me off at school. "See if you can find someone who looks clean to drive you home."

Dorothy: Oh, Ma, come on. Are you saying that you never stretched the truth with me?
Sophia: Those were harmless lies.
Dorothy: "All first-grade girls wear men's shoes"?
Sophia: I put bows on them, didn't I? You do the best you can with a pair of brown Florsheims, and this is the thanks you get.

Dorothy: Ma, what do you think you're doing?
Sophia: Oh, look who's here. Everybody remembers my daughter Dorothy. Or maybe you know her by her Indian name, "Dances With Nobody."

Rose: Dorothy, that's dishonest.
Dorothy: She wouldn't have gone for it if I'd told her the truth. And, oh, like you never told a lie?
Rose: That's right. I've never told a lie. Well, just once, when I snuck out of class to go to the movies.
Dorothy: It's not much of a lie.
Rose: That's what I thought. Turned out to be the day they taught everything.
Dorothy: The final piece of the puzzle.

Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, there you are. Where have you been?
Blanche: Well, my plan with the truck drivers didn't work, thanks to Little Miss Strait-laced here, so I have been in every front yard in a six-block radius gettin' these PennySavers from the paperboys.
Rose: She was a woman possessed, Dorothy. Caught some on the fly, scaled a couple of roofs. And she had a brilliant idea how to avoid guard dogs.
Dorothy: You made her wear lamb chops again, didn't you?
Blanche: It's not like they slow her down.

Sophia: But did you see them? Some of those people stayed in front of that TV for eight straight hours. Of course, throw in a bag of cheese corn, and I just described your Saturday nights.

Dorothy: Ma, I think this will be good for you. Mr. Porter seems like a nice man. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun there.
Sophia: And don't forget the money. I haven't had a paycheck since 1942, and then I blew it all on war bonds.
Dorothy: Well, at least you got it back.
Sophia: No, Italian war bonds. I fell for their slick advertising campaign. "Buy Italian war bonds - the quickest, surest, fascist way to double your money."

Sophia: Well, let's go.
Dorothy: Ma, you want to make a good impression? Matching shoes.
Sophia: They should match my purse?
Dorothy: No, they should match each other.