Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, please. Now, honey, I know it's hard, but we've been here over an hour. And you've shown us the balcony, you've shown us the wind chimes, you've shown us the seven places you lost your virginity. Blanche, please, it's getting late.
Rose: Dorothy's right. You really have had a chance to say goodbye.
Blanche: But I can't. I can't say goodbye.
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche.
Blanche: Oh, Dorothy, I- I know that there's somethin' I haven't told you about this room. Somethin' I haven't said, because I was afraid you'd think I was weird. My Grammy, she's in this room.
Sophia: Hey, man, cool.

Blanche: Dorothy, I know it sounds odd, but this is the room where Grammy and I used to have all of our heart-to-hearts. I would snuggle up in one of her homemade afghans, and whatever problems I had in life, she would make right. And then after she died, she started coming to me here, and the talks didn't stop.
Rose: And she's not in the closet.
William: Okay, folks, that's it. Get out or get blown up.
Blanche: Dorothy, all of my life she's been helpin' me! All of my life! And I just don't know what I would do without her.
Dorothy: Blanche, what are you doing?
Blanche: If they're gonna blow this place up, they're gonna do it with me in it.

Dorothy: Ma, what the hell are you doing on the roof?
Sophia: Living for the day, pussycat. I never jumped into a haystack before.
Dorothy: Ma!
Sophia: Geronimo!
Blanche: My God! Dorothy, is she okay?
Dorothy: Yeah, I think so. Rose broke her fall.

Dorothy: Rose, are you okay?
Rose: [o.s.] Charlie? Charlie, is that you?
Dorothy: Great, another one who hears voices.

Sophia: Blanche, I want to be here when the dynamite goes off. I want to ride the rocket with you.

Dorothy: [loudly] You're right, Blanche, these naked Southern guys sure can dance. I don't think she's coming down, Rose. You know, I have a good mind to just strand her here. Can you believe that woman?

Rose: Hey, Dorothy, have you seen this yet?
Dorothy: B.H.? B.H. Blanche Hollingsworth. Oh, Blanche must have written this when she was a little girl. [chuckling] Can you imagine Blanche as a little girl, running and skipping all through this house, so carefree? I can almost hear her laughing. You know, I I can almost feel her spirit here. And if I can feel her spirit here, then why is it so ridiculous that Blanche feels the spirit of her grandma upstairs? And is it such a leap of faith to believe that Ma was in the white light? I mean, why am I making it such a crusade not to believe either one of them? What am I, just an ostrich with its head in the ground? A narrow-minded ostrich, who Who only believes what she can see and feel and touch? Oh, Rose. Simple Rose. Rose, you are so wise.
Rose: Actually, I spoke with the demolitions guy. B.H. stands for "Blast here."

Rose: [singing] ...beer on the wall Three bottles of beer on the wall Three bottles of beer Take one down, pass it around Two bottles of beer on the wall. Well, I'm off to bed.
Dorothy: "Two bottles of beer"? Rose, you get all the way to two bottles of beer and you quit?
Rose: Just drives you nuts, doesn't it, Dorothy?

Sophia: I said I wasn't scared of dying anymore. I didn't say I was ready to die. Look, Dorothy, you don't have to believe all of this, but stop trying to take it away from me. I'm going to bed. Good night, spumoni-face.
Dorothy: What did you call me?
Sophia: Spumoni-face.
Dorothy: Wow. I mean, I- I haven't heard that since I was seven years old. Oh, Ma, come on, this is crazy. I probably told you sometime and just forgot.
Sophia: He says he's proud of you, Dorothy.

Dorothy: Ma, I just don't understand all this. I mean, maybe there is a whole lot I don't know. Supernatural things, hard-to-believe strange things that- That do happen.
Sophia: Probably more than any of us knows. What do you say we throw a sheet over our heads and go scare Rose?
Dorothy: Right!