Blanche: Here I am, Laszlo. Did Rose keep you entertained?
Laszlo: Yes. I find her charming.
Blanche: Oh, Laszlo. That's what I love about you. You can tell a bald-faced lie and still sound sincere.

Rose: Look, I wanted to tell you about this all week, but I couldn't. I've been posing for Laszlo, too.
Blanche: Dear Lord, strike me dead right here and now if that man prefers Rose Nylund over me.
Rose: Blanche, you can't take it personally. Laszlo just decided he wanted someone with more innocence.
Blanche: With more cellulite is more like it.

Rose: Laszlo, we all know. We figured it all out this afternoon.
Laszlo: So, I am caught at last. What can I say?
Dorothy: "Blanche and Rose, get out. Dorothy, it's you I want."
Blanche: Dorothy.
Dorothy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've never seen him in overalls before.

Rose: Laszlo, we came over for you to decide which one of us you want for your statue.
Laszlo: Rose-
Rose: I knew it. It's me. Walk, suckers. He wants me.
Dorothy: Rose, he just wanted to say something to you.

Rose: Hi, girls. Some party, isn't it?
Blanche: What are you so cheerful about?
Rose: Why shouldn't I be?
Dorothy: Well, for starters, any minute now, this entire room could be looking at a statue of your nude body.
Rose: Nude? The statue's gonna be nude?
Dorothy: What did you think? He'd put it in a rain poncho and a fireman's hat?

Blanche: Oh! Oh! My God, I look gorgeous.
Dorothy: You? Blanche, that's me.
Rose: The hell it is.
Blanche: Girls, be serious. Look at those eyes.
Rose: Look at the nose.
Sophia: Look at the butt!
Blanche: Sophia, you can't see the butt.
Sophia: Then it sure can't be you.

Laszlo: You see, in this statue, I wanted a look of strength and character. So I chose Dorothy.
Dorothy: I knew it. I knew it.
Laszlo: Then I dropped her.
Sophia: Like so many before you.
Laszlo: I decided I needed more sensuality and vitality. So I turned to my sketches of Blanche.
Blanche: I knew it. Then I put them away.
Laszlo: I wanted more softness, more sweetness. So I went to my sketches of Rose.
Rose: You mean that's me up there?
Laszlo: No.
Dorothy: Well then who is it?
Laszlo: It is all of you. The answer finally came to me. Why not take the best features of each lady to create one perfect lady? That is what you see. It is not hard to understand why you are such good friends. You complement each other very well indeed.

Sophia: Dorothy, you'll be glad to know my practical joking days are over.
Dorothy: Ma, that is wonderful.
Sophia: Yeah, so sit down and have a glass of juice. Okay, I will.
Dorothy: Ma, you wouldn't be playing a joke with this glass, would you?
Sophia: Na, of course not.
Dorothy: Of course not. Because I know how much fun you have playing practical jokes.
Sophia: Dorothy, I told you it's over. Drink your juice.
Dorothy: Okay, Ma, I will. Ma, did you leave something burning on the stove? [As Sophia looks around, Dorothy switches their glasses]
Sophia: What? I don't think so.
Dorothy: It was nothing. Well, bottoms up. [As Dorothy drinks from the glass, it dribbles over her top]
Sophia: Don't ever change, pussycat.

Blanche: Good morning. Dorothy, you're a mess.
Dorothy: Oh, I just spilled orange juice on myself.
Blanche: Oh, really? I didn't notice that.
Dorothy: Pour Blanche some orange juice, Ma.