Rose: My father used to punish us by sending us to the dairy barn to milk Alice.
Dorothy: Well, what's so terrible about that?
Rose: You had to milk Alice sitting on a stool.
Blanche: I thought you always milked a cow sitting on a stool.
Rose: No, no. Alice had to sit on a stool. You see, she was involved in this nasty plowing accident. It was during spring planting and Daddy had hitched her up to the plow 'cause poor old Toby had gotten a fever and gone deaf-
Dorothy: Rose, Rose, Rose. Sweetheart, save the story. When David comes back, tell him. That can be his punishment.

Rose: How is it possible to get pregnant in Sicily just by crossing the street?
Sophia: Cheap Chianti and narrow streets.

Blanche: Well, I don't believe that! But then what can I expect? His father's a Yankee. I guess I should've given him some money.
Sophia: You should've given him a smack.
Dorothy: Ma.
Blanche: I don't believe in hitting children.
Sophia: Personally, I like to lay into a kid with a melon baller. It's got a nice weight, good balance in the hand. And it's portable.