Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, you did a pretty good job focusing this for Rose. And for me. I have to admit, you would have made a very good psychologist.
Sophia: Great idea, Pussycat. Give Blanche an office with a couch and a license to charge by the hour.

Dorothy: Father, this is my mother, Sophia Petrillo, my roommate, Blanche Devereaux.
Blanche: Hello.
Father O'Mara: Blanche Devereaux? I've heard quite a bit about you.
Blanche: All good, I hope.
Father O'Mara: I'm sorry, I can't reveal things learned in confession. But it's nice to match the name up with a face.

Blanche: How could he do a thing like that?
Dorothy: Believe me, just because men in the medical profession wear white, does not mean that they're angels.
Blanche: He did something horrible and unethical, and he has to answer for it. We are gonna find out who the proper authorities are, and you're gonna lodge a formal complaint.
Rose: I wish men would have breasts just for one day. Then they'd know what it's like to be judged by some physical trait. I mean, just because I'm built like this, you wouldn't believe how many people think I'm dumb.
Sophia: Rose, you're too hard on yourself. I know people who think you're dumb over the phone.