Blanche: I don't understand this, but these men are acting crazy.
Sophia: You're telling me. I haven't been hit on like this since I stopped hanging out at the midnight show of Harold and Maude.

Dorothy: Oh, come on, Ma. That's superstitious nonsense. You know, step on a crack, break your mother's back.
It doesn't work. I know. I tried.

Blanche: Well, you know this necklace is a priceless heirloom. It belonged to my Grammy. I've only worn it three times in my whole life, and each occasion marked the beginning of a passionate romance. And tonight, I've decided to wear it with clothes.