Dorothy Quote #285
Quote from Dorothy in Joust Between Friends
Blanche: Well, Dorothy knows a great deal about it. She studied in Rome and she lectured in Paris and she has a very keen eye for color and light and form. She's always the first one to compliment me on my wardrobe.
Mr. Allen: Obviously Blanche thinks very highly of you.
Dorothy: Yeah, she's dropping off my résumé at the Vatican this afternoon.
Mr. Allen: Pardon me?
Dorothy: Now, that's just a little joke to ease the tension of the moment.
Mr. Allen: Right. Right. I tried to think of something funny to say this afternoon when Art walked in on us. But standing there in my shorts, nothing came to mind.
Blanche: Mr Allen. Does Dorothy get the job?
Mr. Allen: Oh, sure. I don't care.
Dorothy: Thank you, Mr. Allen. I hope I live up to your expectations.
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.