Sophia: Sal? Sal?
Dorothy: Ma, are you okay?
Sophia: What happened?
Dorothy: Oh, Ma, you were choking. You passed out. Rose saved your life.
Sophia: But I was in heaven and with your father. I didn't want to come back. Thanks for nothing, you nitwit.

Rose: Really, Blanche, what could be so important about a building?
Blanche: I will tell you what is so important. It was my home away from home as a child. Especially my bedroom. Grammy and I would have all our late night talks up there. And now they're tearin' it down.
Rose: Oh, that's terrible.
Blanche: My Grammy's plantation was the one place I consistently felt loved as a child. Now they're gonna put a steel ball through her house, through my room. Oh, don't you see? It's just like they're killin' a part of me.

Dorothy: Oh, poor, Blanche. You know, I I actually do feel sorry for her.
Rose: Oh, yeah, my heart goes out to her, too.
Sophia: Hello, did I mention I died?

Dorothy: Oh, hi, Ma. Where you been?
Sophia: Out. After yesterday, I decided to take the time and stop and smell the roses.
Dorothy: Ah, that's nice, Ma.
Sophia: And you know where they have great roses? At the dog track in Lauderdale. By the way, your Bonneville shakes when you go over 65.

Blanche: Well, I'm off to Atlanta.
Dorothy: You're going where?
Blanche: To Grammy's plantation. I have to see it one more time.
Dorothy: Sweetheart, wouldn't it better to just let go?
Blanche: But I can't. It was hard enough lettin' go when Grammy died. The family had to sell Grand View, and it got turned into an old bed and breakfast. But at least I could visit.
Sophia: And have breakfast.
Blanche: Thank you, Sophia.
Sophia: Pancakes, by the looks of it.
Blanche: Thank you, Sophia.

Dorothy: Honey, you know we'd go with you if it would help, but by tomorrow, Grand View will be gone. And we'd have to drive all night and stop at a motel, and we all know how you hate to drive.
Blanche: Well, I found a way around that.
Rose: Hey, Blanche, I figured out this treasure map. It's buried somewhere outside Atlanta.
Blanche: Let's roll.

Rose: Let's try it now with Dorothy. Dorothy, Dorothy, bo-borthy Bonana fanna fo-forthy Fee, fy, mo-morthy [tires screeching]
Dorothy: Get out, Rose.

Blanche: This is it, Grand View.
Sophia: Wow, I've never been to the Deep South before. Well, let's go back.

Rose: Oh, Blanche, you must have so many memories here.
Blanche: Oh, are you kidding? I cannot tell you how many Christmases I spent in this place. Grammy's butler would bring us our eggnog by the hearth, and Grammy and I would sing carols and put out gingerbread men for St. Nick and... Oh, and over there would be Grandpappy, drinkin' out of his jug with the X's on it, and wearin' his Santa's beard, and just screamin' at the lawn jockey to do him a little dance.

William: Can I help you folks?
Blanche: Uh, look, excuse me, you don't- You don't really know me. My name is Blanche Devereaux. My family used to live here, and I would very much like to see my old bedroom. It's Room 7. Oh, please, we came all the way from Miami.
William: Okay, but you better be quick about it. We're gonna blow this place up in two hours. I get to push the plunger, 'cause it's my birthday.
Rose: Well, happy birthday.