Dorothy: Oh, my God. If they want to make spies talk, they should force them to grade junior-high English essays. Kids today can't write the English language. "The characters in The Grapes of Wrath are so real that it's interesting."
Rose: Weren't they?

Blanche: Oh! I didn't tell you my really good news.
Dorothy: Better than the dead mother-in-law?
Blanche: Yes. George's younger brother Jamie is flying in tomorrow from Charleston to help settle my part of the estate.
Rose: You and Jamie were close?
Blanche: Well, we were classmates in high school. I thought he was cute, but of course I could never date someone from my own class. Well, I'd been dating seniors since I was 12. I had my reputation to consider.
Dorothy: Shut up, Ma.
Blanche: After George and I were married, I began to realize that Jamie had this yen for me. Poor boy. Trapped in a seething cauldron of forbidden passion for his gorgeous sister-in-law. There were nights when he actually bayed at the moon. But he finally realized that I was totally committed to George, so he threw himself into a marriage that was doomed to failure. After 20 years they realized they had nothing in common. I can't wait for him to get here and see how good I look.
Dorothy: You know, Blanche, Jamie may not see this as a happy reunion. I mean, after all, he just lost his mother.
Blanche: And I just ran out of gas, but life goes on.

Jamie: Blanche, I love the girls, but they don't seem as old as you said.
Blanche: It's the lighting.

Dorothy: What a charming man.
Rose: And so handsome. As they say in St. Olaf, va-va-va voom!
Dorothy: Is that where that comes from?

Rose: The phone book is missing.
Dorothy: The car's missing, the phone book is missing. If you had a car phone, this would all come together.

Rose: Sophia, if you needed a ride, we'd be happy to give you lifts.
Sophia: You want to make me happy? Get rid of the Bobby Vinton tapes. I have enough trouble staying awake at the wheel.

Dorothy: Listen, Ma, I didn't want to say this, but I'm going to. Your eyesight is not what it used to be, and neither are your reflexes, and I want you to make me a promise. If ever you want to drive, you come to me, let me know, and I'll go with you. Do you promise?
Sophia: Promise? Why don't you ask me to sign it in blood? What happened to trust? You don't want me to drive a car, fine, but don't ask me to promise. Don't humiliate me. Leave me with what little dignity I have left. [exits]
Dorothy: Ma, I'm sorry. Honey, of course I trust you.
Sophia: [to herself] What a pigeon.

Dorothy: How was your lunch with Jamie?
Blanche: It was magical. We talked for hours all about George. How George loved me, how George could never take his eyes off me, how George used to save his money so he could buy presents good enough for me. Oh, it felt so good talking about George.

Blanche: The uncanny thing is how much like George Jamie is, and it's not just that he looks and talks like him. He's gentle like George, and he's thoughtful like George. He's smart and funny like George. Sometimes I get this eerie feeling that George has walked right back into my life. Oh, Rose, Dorothy, I'm falling in love.
Sophia: Novelty night.
Blanche: What's more, my female instincts tell me that Jamie feels the same way about me. Oh, it wouldn't surprise me if one day soon Mrs. Blanche Devereaux were to become Mrs. Blanche Devereaux.
Sophia: I'll alert the mailman.

Blanche: Why don't you all come to Charleston and live with me?
Rose: No, we couldn't do that.
Blanche: Of course you can. It's all settled. I don't want to hear another word. Why, you know, it's an old Southern tradition for the beautiful married daughter to take in her pathetic spinster sisters. [exits]
Dorothy: Well, when she puts it that way, it's so hard to resist.