Blanche: Lillian, Sophia tells me that you were in the Ziegfeld Follies.
Lilian: Oh, yes. Those were the days.
Blanche: You must have been something.
Lilian: I was quite a looker. Almost as pretty as you.
Blanche: Why, thank you.
Lilian: Of course, I had bigger breasts.

Sophia: Hello. What's shaking?
Rose: Blanche's breasts. That's why she's gonna have 'em-
Dorothy: Shut up, Rose.

Blanche: Oh, Rose, hi. Listen, I just picked up these pamphlets at a cosmetic surgeon, and I want you to help me decide which alterations I'll get.
Rose: Blanche, none of these women have any tops on.
Blanche: Well, I know, honey. These are the "after" pictures of satisfied customers. I was thinking about having my breasts done like hers.
Rose: All right, Blanche, but do you think black really suits you?

Blanche: See, these are regal and dignified and upscale. And 50 percent off. Dr. Rosensweig over-ordered on the Vixen 3 model.

Rose: Blanche, are you sure you're not being a bit silly?
Blanche: Why?
Rose: Let me tell you something. When I was a schoolgirl, I developed early, and all the boys noticed and hit on me. Not one boy was ever interested in my mind.
Blanche: Get outta here.
Rose: It's true. But you, Blanche, I mean, men are drawn to you because of your charm and your wit and your zest for life. I mean, you can have the operation or not. Men won't care one bit about your breasts.
Blanche: Really, Rose?
Rose: Not with me around.

Blanche: Did you all find Lillian?
Dorothy: You bet we did. And that Sunny Pastures was everything that Ma said it would be.
Sophia: And how. There was crud on the floor, rats in the hallway, and 60 people to every blanket. It wasn't fit for human life. Although, in my village in Sicily, it would have been a two-star motel.
Dorothy: Ma, you're exaggerating. But not by much. It was pretty bad.

Rose: This is it, Sophia? Well, this doesn't seem so bad.
Sophia: Believe me, you have to get into it more before you realize how bad it really is. Just like War and Remembrance.

Rose: OK, Sophia. Let's go.
Sophia: Go where? That's not Lillian.
Rose: You said you were Lillian.
Woman: You think I'm in here because I'm good with names?
Sophia: Rose, try again.

Sophia: Rose, what the hell is going on? I ask for Lillian, you bring me Eubie Blake's parents. What's wrong?
Rose: Well, they were the only other people back there. There is no way Lillian is in this ward.

Sophia: Oh, Lillian. Thank God I found you. I'm taking you away from here.
Lilian: You are? How are we gonna get out?
Rose: What about them?
Sophia: Leave it to a pro. [pushing an old man] Runaway wheelchair! Runaway wheelchair!