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.

Dorothy: Fine. How long do you think you can stay handcuffed?
Blanche: My personal best is 32 hours. But of course, then I had somebody to play with.

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.

Blanche: Sophia, I just wonder if maybe Dorothy's right. Could this whole Grammy thing be somethin' I just talked myself into believing? Some kind of childhood nonsense?
Sophia: Dorothy doesn't understand about these things. You know, her father sent her a very special message, and she doesn't even want me to tell her about it.
Blanche: You can tell me about it, Sophia.
Sophia: Really?
Blanche: Oh, yes, I'd love to hear it.
Sophia: Picture it. Heaven. Two days ago. I'm holding onto Sal, telling him I'll never let go, when who shows up...

Blanche: Well, I do not believe it. I simply do not believe it.
Dorothy: What, Blanche?
Blanche: Oh, Dorothy, I just talked to somebody back home, and they are doin' the most horrible thing. They are tearin' down the most important building in Blanche Devereaux's family history.
Dorothy: Oh, my God, they're tearing down Mattress World.
Blanche: Even worse than that. They are tearin' down the place where I spent my happiest moments as a child.
Dorothy: Oh, I'm sorry, Blanche. They're tearing down Boys Town.

Blanche: Dorothy, they are tearin' down Grammy Hollingsworth's plantation. That beautiful old place is gonna be gone forever. I used to spend my summers there, and Christmas vacations. And whenever there was a fight in the house between Big Daddy and Big Mommy-
Dorothy: Big Mommy. Gee, I don't think I ever knew her name before.
Blanche: Dorothy, I just don't believe you. When you were a child, didn't you have some beautiful, fantastic place where you'd go, and it would seem just like a fairyland? Oh, that's right. You grew up in Brooklyn.

Sal: Sweetheart, how do you feel?
Sophia: How do I feel? I feel great. Hey, this is wonderful. My bunions don't hurt, my arthritis is gone, and my teeth... Are teeth!
Sal: Here, all the parts work.

Dorothy: Ma, you were driving? What is wrong with you? What, do you have some sort of a death wish?
Sophia: No, I have a life wish. I've seen the white light. Now that I know there's a place for me on the other side, I'm not gonna live in fear anymore. Pussycat, what's that on your blouse? [Sophia flicks Dorothy's face as she looks down] See? I laugh in the face of death. [laughing exaggeratedly]

Dorothy: Ma, stop it. I don't want to hear about this dream that is making you act reckless. The doctor says it was a lack of oxygen that made you hallucinate.
Sophia: All right, I won't tell you what your father said. I won't say another word. [Dorothy opens the refrigerator] The light! The light! I'm coming to you, Salie!