Blanche: Well, I just hate myself for feeling this way, but I don't want to be a mother again. I mean, it was a wonderful experience at the time, but I always thought this part of my life was supposed to be for me.
Dorothy: Honey, I understand exactly how you feel. I feel the same way. You know, at our age we should be grandmothers, not mothers. Once a week, the grandchildren come over for a visit. You cook them dinner, they spill it on the furniture. They hide under your bed. You hurt yourself looking for them. They ask you what those spots on your hands are. They tell you they love you and then just before total exhaustion sets in, they go home and become their mother's problems.

Rose: Oh, Dorothy, you scared me. What are you doing up so late?
Dorothy: Honey, do you know what's behind that wall that you're banging on?
Rose: A lateral fusion pipe.
Dorothy: And do you know what's on the other side of that lateral fusion pipe?
Rose: No.
Dorothy: My head!

Plumber: I wouldn't bother getting another estimate. For that bathroom repair, that's the lowest you'll see.
Dorothy: Are you kidding? This is the highest I've seen.
Rose: $3,000!
Plumber: Hey, ladies, hire whoever you like, but I'm an expert. I can take a toilet apart blindfolded.
Dorothy: Now there's a dying art. What's your point?
Plumber: The point is, a lot of things can go wrong. Wood rot, loose plaster, cracked pipes.
Dorothy: Crooked plumbers.
Plumber: Lady, what are you trying to say?
Dorothy: Get out.
Plumber: All right. All right. I guess you ladies are going into your feminist phase a little late in life. Oh, I'll go. You'll call me back. You know why? Because as we say in the plumbing game- [Dorothy slams the door]