Rose: Well, is everybody ready for a spirited game of Googenspritzer?
Blanche: Googenspritzer? You said we were gonna play Monopoly.
Rose: I said it was like Monopoly, only instead of Atlantic City, they use St. Olaf geography.
Blanche: Well, I'll be the bank.
Rose: Oh, good. There's the cashbox.
Blanche: Well, honey, this is empty.
Rose: Oh, I know. The St. Olaf Bank was one of the first savings and loans to go under.
Dorothy: Bad management?
Rose: Bad contractor. They built the bank on marshland, and it sank. All that was left were a few deposit slips and a pen with a chain attached to it, floating in the muck.

Blanche: Well, Rose, I might not have any idea what it's like to feel the kind of dependency you do, but there was a time in my life when I tried quittin' something.
Dorothy: Blanche, you don't mean?
Blanche: Sex, Dorothy. I tried quittin' sex.
Dorothy: Obviously you fell off the wagon.
Sophia: And onto a naval base.

Sophia: I'm just glad you got that monkey off your back.
Rose: I never had a monkey on my back, Sophia. Although, when I was a child, I had a chicken named Gordon. Oh, and what a great chicken! And he was a great singer, too. Gordon could cluck the scores of all the big Broadway musicals. I've heard a lot of poultry do show tunes, but nobody could hold a candle to him. Of course, no chicken likes to be that near an open flame.
Blanche: Same old Rose.
Dorothy: Same old Rose.
Rose: Oh, anyway, he was a great entertainer. We thought for a while he was a great dancer, too, till we discovered he had two left wings. He'd just shuffle along there. Oh, how he loved music, especially Gilbert and Sullivan.