Blanche: Don't be silly. I look at my face all the time. How different could it be leaning over? Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Dorothy, why didn't you tell me about this before?
Dorothy: Only on your back, Blanche. That way everything slides back and you look like you just had a face lift.
Blanche: Oh, you're right. I'm gorgeous. I'm gonna have to meet men lying down.
Sophia: I thought you did.
Dorothy: Of course that way, not only does your face fall back, but your chest does too. Unfortunately, it falls back and off to the side.

Dorothy: Oh, it was a terrible time for me. You know, I'd gone on an eating binge when Stan left and I put on quite a bit of weight. Plus, I was not a 20-year-old. You know, when you're 20, no matter what you do, everything stays where it's supposed to. Now, when you lean over, it looks like somebody's let the air out of your face.

Rose: Arnie wants me to go away with him on a cruise to the Bahamas.
Blanche: Oh, and you're upset because he wants you to pay your own way?
Rose: I'm upset because we'll be all alone. In the middle of the ocean. On a ship. In a state room. With a bed.
Blanche: Oh.
Rose: I don't know what to do. I haven't been with a man in that special way since Charlie died.
Blanche: Get out of here!
Rose: It's true! Charlie was the only lover I ever had. And my first time was on our wedding night.
Blanche: Get out of here!
Dorothy: Oh, back off, Blanche! Not all of us are classified by the Navy as a friendly port!