Rose: I just fixed a special treat for David. It's the same little after-school snack I used to make for my own son - a triple-decker BLT, a hearty helping of homemade potato salad, and a great big slice of double chocolate fudge cake.
Dorothy: Oh, where was he going after school? The electric chair?

Police Officer: I'd keep an eye on this one, lady.
Blanche: Oh, I don't know how to thank you, officer. But I would like to try. I'm usually at Wally's for happy hour on Tuesdays.
Dorothy: Blanche!
Police Officer: Ma'am.

Dorothy: My test is in two weeks and I do not want to blow it.
Sophia: You'll pass. You'll pass.
Dorothy: I don't want to pass. I want an A.
Sophia: You're the same as you were in grade school - A's. You always had to get an A. Your brother thought a book was to sit on. You always had to get an A. Good night.
Dorothy: Good night, Ma.
Sophia: If I breathe and it bothers you, put a pillow over my face.

Dorothy: What's that smell?
Sophia: I don't smell anything.
Dorothy: Are you wearing something?
Sophia: A little Ben Gay on my knees. A little Vicks on my chest. A little Deep Heat on my neck.
Dorothy: What are you trying to do, pickle yourself so you'll live to be 100?
Sophia: Fine, I'll wipe it off. Tomorrow, I'll be in a wheelchair.

Sophia: Keep it up, I'll need a Dramamine.
Dorothy: I'm trying to get comfortable.
Sophia: Not me. You get too comfortable, you don't wake up!

Dorothy: Ma.
Sophia: What?
Dorothy: That noise.
Sophia: What noise?
Dorothy: The noise you're making with your nose and throat.
Sophia: I got a postnasal drip. What would you like me to do, drown in phlegm?

Rose: This is like The Long Day's Journey Into Light.
Dorothy: Night. Rose.
Rose: Night, Dorothy. [exits]

Rose: Yeah, we had chores on the farm. Boys and girls. And when we finished, we had such a feeling of accomplishment. We had to feed the chickens, slop the hogs, muck the stalls.
Sophia: Please, I'm trying to eat here!
Rose: And after I finished all that, I still had to take care of Larry, my one-eyed pig.
Dorothy: What did you people do, run a farm for handicapped animals?

Dorothy: If you wait a couple of minutes, I'll make you some sandwiches. Where you going?
David: I don't know.
Dorothy: How you getting there?
David: I'll take a bus.
Dorothy: I see. And when the bus gets to you-don't-know-where, what will you do then?
David: Get a job.
Dorothy: Really?
David: Yeah.
Dorothy: As what, Secretary of State?

David: I gotta go.
Dorothy: So you're just gonna wimp out, huh?
David: I'm not wimping out.
Dorothy: What do you call this?
David: Why should I stay here when I got all this crappy stuff to do? And no one likes me anyway.
Dorothy: You know, first of all, buddy boy, life is full of crappy stuff to do. It's everywhere, so you better get used to it. The President has crappy stuff to do. Second of all, your grandmother happens to like you. My mother likes you. She doesn't hit anyone unless she really cares. Take it from me. And I happen to like you.
David: My life stinks.
Dorothy: I know. Things are tough at home and that really does stink. But you have a choice. You can tough it out or you can let it beat you. But right now you're here, and this doesn't have to stink. And if you stay and work at it and everything turns out, you'll have a place to visit when the things at home really get to stink.
David: I just can't, like, come here whenever.
Dorothy: You can just, like, come here whenever.
David: Well, I don't mind the gardening. But it's, like, the vacuuming I hate. That's, like, for girls.
Dorothy: Well, we can renegotiate. I'll do the vacuuming if you'II, like, uh, learn English.