Blanche: I know what I'm talking about because I was in a very similar situation once. He was a man of the cloth. Totally dedicated to his vocation or so he said, but his eyes told me he was dedicated to me. We both knew it was wrong and we fought our feelings with every bone in our hot, longing, writhing bodies. Finally, it was just too much for us and we gave up and checked into a Best Western.
Dorothy: You had an affair with a priest?
Blanche: Priest? I didn't say he was a priest. I said he was "a man of the cloth". He was a fabric salesman. You know, we never made love again after that, but he did cover my La-Z-Boy for free.

Blanche: You know, you take the religious aspect out of this and it's really quite romantic. A man giving up everything for the woman he loves. It's kind of like the story of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor.
Rose: Or the story of Rose and Charlie Nylund.
Dorothy: You know, when I think of one, I automatically think of the other.
Rose: When Charlie and I started dating, I got the feeling that his folks didn't like me. That's when I decided to get to the bottom of things and I found out about the ancient feud between the Nylunds and the Gorkleknabygens. That was my mother's maiden name.
Dorothy: Gorkleknabygen?
Rose: Originally, it was Gorkleknabygen-Höffstädlerfeil. But they shortened it. Because most of my mother's family were in show business. Anyway, when Charlie told them that we were gonna get married, they forbade it. They said they'd disown him if he married...
Dorothy: A Gorkleknabygen.
Rose: Right. And he'd lose his share of the family tile grout fortune. He didn't care. He told them he loved me more than grout.
Blanche: Must have been a tough choice for old Charlie.

Frank: Good evening.
Blanche: ... ... Good evening, Father. My, my, this must be an important cause. Don't you usually make the nuns ask for money? I'll get my purse.
Frank: I'm Frank. I'm here to see Dorothy.
Blanche: ... You're the hunk? I mean Forgive me, Father. That is, forgive my language, not in your official capacity. I'm not even a Catholic. I'm a Baptist and you can't forgive us Baptists. Sweet Jesus, why am I babbling? I meant that in all due reverence. I never take the Lord's name in vain. Oh, God, now I'm lying to a priest.