Blanche: Oh, I know for a fact my parents liked my sisters better than they did me.
Rose: Oh, Blanche, that's silly! How could you know a thing like that?
Blanche: They told me!
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, I can't believe that your parents told you that! I don't care if they are from the south.
Blanche: Well, they didn't tell me in words. They told me in actions. Like on our birthdays. Now, when we were little, every year, my sisters had huge parties with clowns and magicians and tons of presents.
Dorothy: And you didn't.
Blanche: Well, not exactly. I mean, I did have parties and I had presents but I never had a clown. Not until I was much older.
Dorothy: Much older.
Blanche: Yeah. But that's another story.

Rose: Oh, Gloria, Sophia's told us so much about you. I especially enjoyed the story about your imaginary childhood friend, David, who lived in the oven. I had an imaginary friend, but he'd never tell me his name. It was during spring planting-
Sophia: Rose! Do you mind? Gloria's only staying for a week. I'd like to talk to her before she leaves.

Rose: My parents always made each of us feel like we were the favorite. They loved all nine of us equally. We used to have the best Christmas Eves. Daddy'd sit at Grandma's old player piano and he'd play Christmas carols and the children would sing along, then Mother'd bring in some homemade eggnog and snickerdoodles. And then we'd decorate the tree. And after Daddy'd hung the star at the very top of the tree, we'd all join hands and pray, and then Daddy'd tell us a story and tuck us into our feather beds-
Dorothy: Who was your father? Michael Landon?
Rose: Can I help it if I came from a happy family? Well, we had our share of problems. Believe me, we had some hard times. Once a mysterious drifter stole our butter churn.

Blanche: All right, Dorothy. I'm ready. Now tell me your bad news.
Dorothy: My mother is leaving. She's going to move in with my sister, Gloria.
Blanche: Oh, you're kidding.
Rose: Sophia can't leave! She just can't!
Dorothy: She's a grown woman. She can do anything she wants.
Blanche: Why's she leaving? Isn't she happy here?
Dorothy: I guess she thinks she'll be happier with Gloria.
Rose: Well, what about us? Who's going to keep after us and make us linguine and tell us stories about Sicily?
Dorothy: I don't know, Rose. Maybe Mary Poppins has an Italian cousin.

Rose: Blanche, I've never been out with a fat lighting director. What'll we talk about?
Blanche: How should I know, honey? Talk about light bulbs.
Rose: That's a good idea. Maybe he could explain to me how the three-way bulb works. I've always wondered about that.

Blanche: Come on, honey. We don't want to keep our dates waiting.
Dorothy: Wait, Blanche, honey, aren't you forgetting something?
Blanche: Oh, no, I never wear underwear.
Dorothy: I mean my jewelry.
Blanche: Oh, forget it. Why paint the peacock?

Dorothy: Ma, I think I'll watch TV in my room.
Sophia: Before you go, before you go, call this number.
Dorothy: What is it?
Sophia: A phone number. I met him at the supermarket. He asked me to squeeze a melon for him. He's missing a few fingers, but everything else seemed to be intact.

Rose: I can't understand why the community theater chose Macbeth for its spring production.
Blanche: Jason said that they were planning to do a musical but the accordion player died. Besides, it's a much bigger challenge playing Lady Macbeth!
Rose: But Blanche, you don't have the part yet. You still have to audition.
Blanche: Oh, honey, I did. Last night. I opened to great reviews.

Dorothy: Morning, everyone.
Sophia: Clear out, girls, Dorothy needs her space.
Dorothy: Ma, don't start with me.
Rose: Now come on, you two, let's put on our happy faces. It's a beautiful day and Gloria's coming! Why don't you just kiss and make up?
Sophia: Why don't you just blow it out your ditty bag.

Sophia: What is this? You gift-wrapped your luggage?
Gloria: Of course not, Ma. My luggage is at the hotel. Those are gifts.
Sophia: You're staying at a hotel?
Gloria: I didn't want to inconvenience anyone.
Sophia: What inconvenience? You're my daughter. We shared a body for nine months.