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: You're a wonderful plumber's assistant, Dorothy. Boy, you sure know your way around a snake.
Dorothy: I've had a lot of experience. After all, I was married to one for 38 years.

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!