Dorothy Quote #618
Quote from Dorothy in The Days and Nights of Sophia Petrillo
Dorothy: Exactly. You know, her mother lived to be 94 and was active right up until the very end. I remember when Grandma was in a wheelchair she was on the go from morning till night. But she always had time to talk to her grandchildren. If I close my eyes, I can hear her saying, "Come on, you snot-nosed little rugrats. Pick up those jacks. They're puncturing holes in my tires." But the most amazing thing about Grandma was that in 1952, she decided to go into politics.
Rose: Politics?
Dorothy: Uh-huh. She felt it was her personal responsibility to elect Adlai Stevenson president. Well, she didn't care for Eisenhower because, you know, he claimed to have liberated Italy, and she said Italy was liberated enough. Already too many people eating meat on Friday. And wearing condoms on Saturday.
The Golden Girls Quotes
‘The Days and Nights of Sophia Petrillo’ Quotes
Quote from Dorothy
Rose: Whatever happened to her?
Dorothy: She colonized life on Venus. Rose, she was 94 when I was six. She died, you idiot.
Rose: How did she die?
Dorothy: You know, we're not sure. One night she left in her wheelchair and she never came back. The next day the neighborhood kids had a go-kart with two really big back wheels.
Quote from Blanche
Rose: It's a shame Sophia has nothing constructive to do anymore. She needs something to make her feel more fulfilled.
Blanche: Well, I'll tell you what would make her feel more fulfilled-
Dorothy & Rose: Blanche!
Blanche: A hobby.
Rose: Oh, I thought you meant, you know, a man.
Blanche: You got a better hobby?
Quote from Sophia
Dorothy: Ma, where you going?
Sophia: To the market.
Rose: Why are you going in the rain?
Sophia: The market's in Miami. If it was in Phoenix, I'd be going in the sun.
Blanche: Now, Sophia, Rose asked a perfectly sensible question.
Sophia: Am I the only one she caught by surprise? Rose, I'm gonna buy a nectarine. I go to the market every day to buy a nectarine. At 82, that's life, a round trip on the number 6 bus to buy a nectarine.
Rose: That's so sad.
Sophia: Not sad. Life. Sad is when you have to mash the nectarine with a fork.