Blanche Quote #290
Quote from Blanche in Joust Between Friends
Blanche: Dorothy, I- I don't know what to say.
Dorothy: I understand, Blanche.
Blanche: Oh, no, you don't. See, I used to think I was a miracle worker, that nobody could do what I do at the museum. And then you came and learned my job in less than a week and I realized any idiot can do what I do.
Dorothy: And you were afraid you couldn't find the right words to apologize.
Blanche: There are no right words, Dorothy. Words cannot begin to ease the pain I've inflicted on you. But I want to do something to make it up to you. I want to give you something personal, something from the heart. The most beautiful thing I own, to the most beautiful person I know. Let me see, I guess that would be my emerald earrings. I'm sure as hell not gonna give you those. But I want to give you something special. Something personal. I know, how about a personal check for $75? And on the bottom I'm going to write, "Because I was a big fat jerk."
Dorothy: Blanche, I don't want your check.
Blanche: Dorothy, please, I am trying desperately to find some way to tell you I'm sorry.
Dorothy: OK, I will take the check but I'm not going to cash it. I'm going to keep it as a reminder for the next time you behave like a big fat jerk.
The Golden Girls Quotes
‘Joust Between Friends’ Quotes
Quote from Blanche
Dorothy: Oh, you couldn't sleep either, huh?
Blanche: No, I guess it's the knife in my back.
Dorothy: Come again?
Blanche: I wasn't going to say anything about this, Dorothy, but I won't be able to sleep until I do. I feel that you have backed me into a corner. And when I am backed into a corner, I come out fighting like a wild cat. Unless I've had too much to drink, in which case I slide down the wall and make mad, passionate love on the carpet.
Quote from Sophia
Rose: I know I promised to take him back to the pound yesterday, but he wasn't feeling well. Frankly, Dorothy, I'm a little worried.
Sophia: Don't be, it was a hangover.
Rose: What?
Sophia: A hangover from the sherry.
Dorothy: Ma, you gave the dog sherry? That's terrible.
Sophia: I was having a few sips while I was rinsing out my underwear. It's a little thing I do Mondays and Thursdays only. Anyway, the dog walks in, looks up at me, and I swear it's your Uncle Aldo's face begging me for a drink. So I give the mutt a swallow, but he doesn't know when to stop, also like your Uncle Aldo. So we sing a little Puccini, stretch out on the couch and take a nap together. All in all, a pleasant afternoon.
Quote from Sophia
Rose: [as dog] Bye, Auntie Blanche. Bye, Auntie Sophia.
Sophia: I don't know how she gets away with it. If she was my age she'd be locked up at Shady Pines making boats out of popsicle sticks.