Waiter: So what can I bring you, sweetheart?
Blanche: Don't you dare talk to him like that. Now, you get out of here.
Clayton: Blanche, I think he was talking to you.
Blanche: Oh. Oh.

Clayton: Blanche, I spent a long time lying to myself. It felt a lot better when I stopped. It feels better being honest with you, too, and I'd hate to think that this is gonna keep us from being friends.
Blanche: Well, honey, of course it isn't. Oh, no. I'll get used to this. I will. Well, look at me already. I'm practically comfortable seeing you here in a gay bar.
Clayton: Blanche, this isn't a gay bar.
Blanche: Clay, now, we did say we were gonna be honest with each other. All right, now, I can do my part. You just watch this. You all, over at the bar. I just want to say that I would be very proud to have any one of you date my brother.
Man: I'd rather date you, lady.
Blanche: Sweet Jesus, I've just done the impossible. I've converted one.

Dorothy: I was never any good at blind dating. I always felt so awkward.
Blanche: Oh, Dorothy, I have a surefire icebreaker I can teach you right now. Oh, once you learn this any man is putty in your hands.
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, come on. That is ridiculous. I mean, I'm certainly not gonna waste my time listening to this adolescent nonsense. Did you say putty?
Blanche: Ha ha ha ha. Sit back. Now, just play like we're at the movies. OK. First I start to yawn a little. Then I put my hands up over my head like this...
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, I know that one. You end up with your arm around me.
Blanche: Yeah, but that's just the first part. Did you know that if you blow right on the tip of a man's earlobe, it can drive him absolutely crazy? I'll show you.
Sophia: I'm gonna be dead in 24 hours. Couldn't you stay in the closet for one more day?