Sophia: Let me tell you two a story.
Dorothy & Blanche: No.
Sophia: A short story.
Dorothy & Blanche: No.
Sophia: An anecdote. I won't take no for an answer. Picture this. Ninety-year-old twins, Ralph & Nunzio, sitting on a park bench. Ralph says to Nunzio, "Hey, whatever happened to that streaking craze?" And Nunzio says, "What streaking craze?" And Ralph says, "Remember, when everybody took off their clothes and ran down the street." So Nunzio says, "Hey, that sounds like fun. I think I'll do it right now." So, at 90 years old, he gets naked and goes off down the street, right past these two old ladies, Carlotta and Maria. Maria turns to Carlotta and says, "What the hell was that?" And Carlotta says, "I don't know, but whatever it was, it sure needs ironing."
Dorothy: Ma, what's the point?
Sophia: With a story, you get a point. With an anecdote, pure entertainment.

Blanche: Now, who in hell was that?
Dorothy: Another one of Rose's new friends.
Blanche: Friends? They're more like animals. All they do is party and carry on all hours of the night. I am abhorred.
Sophia: We know what you are, Blanche. I'm glad to hear you finally admit it.
Blanche: Sophia, I said abhorred.
Sophia: A whore, a slut, a tramp, it's all the same.
Dorothy: Ma, we're talking about Rose.
Sophia: Yeah, lately she's been a whore, too.

Dorothy: Do you believe her? She doesn't stop for a minute.
Blanche: I don't agree with it, but I do understand the thinking behind it. My granddaddy was the same way. He always said, "Idle hands are the devil's workshop." Course he also said, "Sitting on cold concrete will cause hemorrhoids." So we just sort of learned when to ignore him.