Sophia: [singing along with Walkman] Purple rain
Rose: Sophia, Sophia, where's Blanche? I have to talk to her about her car!
Sophia: Purple rain...

Rose: Blanche, about your car. I went to the bank to get the money.
Blanche: Honey, I can't sell you that car.
Rose: But, Blanche-
Blanche: Honey, I can't sleep from all the worry and guilt I have been suffering. I wasn't totally honest with you. I told you that car was in perfect condition. Well, it's not. It's a piece of junk. It's the noisiest thing to come out of Detroit since Martha and the Vandellas. When I went to trade it in, they only offered me half the blue book price. I need the whole amount to put down on my new car, so that's why I tried to sell it to you. But I can't go through with it! I cannot sell you that car!
Rose: You can't sell it to anyone. Somebody stole it.
Sophia: What?
Rose: Somebody stole Blanche's-
Blanche: Very nice, Rose! I lend you a perfectly fine automobile, no strings attached, and you let some thief drive off in it! Rose Nylund, I will never forgive you!
Sophia: Wasn't it insured? They'll pay you full blue book.
Blanche: All is forgiven! I'm gonna go call the car dealer right now and tell him he made a sale.

Sophia: You're home early.
Dorothy: I broke up with Glen. I told him I couldn't see him anymore.
Sophia: I'm sorry.
Dorothy: I thought you'd be happy.
Sophia: You want me to be happy? Help me put away the dishes.
Dorothy: You still angry with me?
Sophia: I was never really angry. I was worried. I don't like seeing you in pain. You still angry with me?
Dorothy: What for? For trying to stop your daughter from making a mistake?
Sophia: Somebody has to. You kids get to be middle-aged, you think you know everything!

Blanche: As long as Glen and Dorothy are realistic and discreet about their situation, who are they really hurting?
Dorothy: No one. That's who.
Rose: Blanche, are you condoning their behavior?
Blanche: No, I'm just not passing judgment. Sometimes life doesn't work out the way we'd like it to. Sometimes we have to just grab our happiness where we can get it.
Rose: That's the same attitude that broke up Debbie and Eddie, Eddie and Liz, Liz and Dick, Martin and Lewis, Rowan and Martin.
Dorothy: Shut up.

Sophia: Rose, you need a car. Why don't you buy it?
Blanche: No, no, I couldn't sell my car to Rose. She's my friend. My great granddaddy always used to say, there are two things you never sell to a friend: a car and a slave. "'Cause if either one of them quits working, you'll never hear the end of it." 'Course they hanged my great granddaddy. He said a lot of things he shouldn't have.

Dorothy: He's a teacher at the school where I've been subbing. A gorgeous gym teacher. Ooh, I noticed him a few times and today, as luck would have it, I found myself right behind him in the line in the cafeteria. After I butted ahead of 25 students.

Blanche: Rose, I'll tell you what. Take the car for two weeks. Just try it out. If you don't absolutely love it, I'll take it back.
Rose: Well...
Blanche: No questions asked.
Rose: What the heck, you only live once. Might as well be daring!
Sophia: Rose, it's a used car, it's not a seat on the space shuttle.

Dorothy: Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello. Blanche, I need you to give me a manicure. Rose, I need you to lend me your pearls. Ma, I need you to stay off my back.
Sophia: What? What'd I do?
Dorothy: I am going out with a new man tonight and he is not Italian.
Blanche: Oh, who is he, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Oh, his name is Glen O'Brien.
Rose: Where'd you meet him?
Sophia: His name is O'Brien. Two to one, she met him at a gin mill.

Dorothy: And everything that I used to worry about in you know I didn't worry about with you.
Glen: Like?
Dorothy: Like, like, how do I look, how do I sound, is my breath bad, what's jiggling.

Glen: I'm married.
Dorothy: What?
Glen: It's not a good marriage, Dorothy. It was over years ago.
Dorothy: I can't believe this. You lied to me.
Glen: No, I didn't lie. I'm telling you now.
Dorothy: I'm getting out of here.
Glen: No.
Dorothy: Let go of me.
Glen: No, you got to listen. Please, you have to listen!
Dorothy: Listen to what, listen to what? How your wife doesn't understand you? How you stayed because of the children?
Glen: I did stay for the children. My wife would have moved them back to her home. My kids would have been clear across the country. I couldn't bear to lose them, so I stayed.
Dorothy: Your children are over 30. You're still staying for them?
Glen: I couldn't leave her because of all the things Look, I don't want to hear about it.
Dorothy: Oh, my God, I'm storming out to the bathroom.
Glen: Will you look at what we have? We make each other happy.
Dorothy: You lied to me.
Glen: I couldn't lie to you, that's why I told you. Don't end this, Dorothy. You mean everything to me. It's over with my wife. It's just hard to walk out, is all.
Dorothy: Well, not for me it isn't. [exits]