Sophia: Excuse me, sir, but I died yesterday, and it occurs to me I never experienced Southern food. So send a possum to Room 7. And tell my daughter it's chicken.

Blanche: And Grammy's wind chimes. Oh, she loved wind chimes. Had them in every room. And my balcony.
Oh, I remember as a girl of 10, I used to wander out here, and all the little boys from all around would come and serenade me. [singing] I see London, I see France, I see Blanche's underpants.

Blanche: How dare you mock my Grammy?
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, honey, you've lost the battle, but at least you can still come here and visit the grounds.
Blanche: It won't be the same. Dorothy, they're gonna build a cheap motel here.
Dorothy: You'll be back.