Blanche: Here. Oh, cat food.
Dorothy: Oh, Rose, have you been feeding those strays again?
Rose: I can't help it, Dorothy. I heard them howling and moaning all night. How do you ignore something like that?
Dorothy: I'm getting used to it. You know, my room's next to Blanche's.

Sophia: Boy, something smells good in here. What's for lunch?
Blanche: It's cat food, Sophia.
Sophia: Is that seafood medley?
Rose: Yes, it is.
Sophia: They used to feed that to us every Sunday at the home.
Dorothy: Ma, they did not make you eat cat food at Shady Pines.
Sophia: I didn't say they made us eat it. You had the option to go hungry.

Rose: Sophia, isn't there anything we can do to convince you to stay?
Sophia: I wish you could, but my mind's made up. My baby needs me.
Dorothy: What about me, Ma?
Sophia: You've always been able to take care of yourself. You don't need me.
Blanche: All right. What about me?
Sophia: You were always strong and independent even before I got here. You don't need me.
Rose: What about me?
Sophia: You? You need the Wizard of Oz.