Rose: Boy, life sure has a way of throwing you curve balls. When I was younger, I never would have imagined that I'd be worrying about money at this stage of my life.
Dorothy: I used to think Stan would take care of me. I mean, we didn't have much saved, but he was a darn good novelty salesman. Sounds naive now to think that I placed my hopes for the future on a bald pinhead with the morals of a maggot who made his living selling plastic dog-doo. Well, at least I'm not bitter.

Rose: Blanche, did you really start shaving at 11? That seems so young.
Blanche: Oh, I did it on a dare. You know, back where I come from, everybody thought that once you started shaving your legs, why, you'd become loose. So I shaved 'em.
Rose: What happened?
Blanche: Oh, it was an old wives' tale. I didn't become loose for another year and a half.

Sophia: You know, there's an old Italian saying for times like this: "Scappa, tu sei mal fortuna."
Rose: What does that mean?
Sophia: Get away from me, you're bad luck.