Rose: Whatever happened to her?
Dorothy: She colonized life on Venus. Rose, she was 94 when I was six. She died, you idiot.
Rose: How did she die?
Dorothy: You know, we're not sure. One night she left in her wheelchair and she never came back. The next day the neighborhood kids had a go-kart with two really big back wheels.

Rose: It's a shame Sophia has nothing constructive to do anymore. She needs something to make her feel more fulfilled.
Blanche: Well, I'll tell you what would make her feel more fulfilled-
Dorothy & Rose: Blanche!
Blanche: A hobby.
Rose: Oh, I thought you meant, you know, a man.
Blanche: You got a better hobby?

Dorothy: Ma, where you going?
Sophia: To the market.
Rose: Why are you going in the rain?
Sophia: The market's in Miami. If it was in Phoenix, I'd be going in the sun.
Blanche: Now, Sophia, Rose asked a perfectly sensible question.
Sophia: Am I the only one she caught by surprise? Rose, I'm gonna buy a nectarine. I go to the market every day to buy a nectarine. At 82, that's life, a round trip on the number 6 bus to buy a nectarine.
Rose: That's so sad.
Sophia: Not sad. Life. Sad is when you have to mash the nectarine with a fork.

Sophia: Hey! Hey, you got any decent nectarines?
Clerk: There's nothing wrong with those.
Sophia: Please! I got a bowl of waxed bananas that'll be ripe before these are.
Clerk: You're crazy. This nectarine is beautiful. I never saw a more perfect piece of fruit.
Sophia: No? Then try kissing my behind. It's a real peach.

Claire: Sir, uh...
Clerk: Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I already told you I can't take it back. It's against store policy.
Sophia: Are you willing to sign an affidavit to that effect?
Clerk: A what?
Sophia: An affidavit. It's standard in any NOPRL investigation.
Clerk: NOPRL?
Sophia: The N-O-P-R-L: Network of Older People Retired but Living. Sophia Petrillo, past president and legal counsel. This store's in big trouble, mister. I got a better case than Valerie Harper.

Blanche: What was I talking about?
Rose: About teasing me 'cause you love me.
Blanche: Oh, that's right. Well, it's true. I learned that during my sorority years when I was dating Preston Bougainvillea. Lord, the teasing that boy put up with.
Rose: Because of his name.
Blanche: No, because of his ears. He had these long, floppy ears. Kind of like a basset hound. When he came to pick me up for our blind date I couldn't believe it. He jumped out of the car and he ran up the walk and bounded up onto the front porch, and I remember thinking, "He's gonna trip on those ears." But he didn't. So there he stood before me introducing himself and, I don't know, I was still so stunned, I just kind of half-muttered a "Howdy-do" and he said, "I beg your pardon? I didn't hear you." Well, I don't know what came over me, but I just blurted out, "Didn't hear me? I think you could pick up Radio Free Europe with those ears!" And you know what he did? He laughed. Well, right then and there I started growing very fond of Mr. Preston Bougainvillea, and over the next several months we saw quite a lot of each other.
Rose: Oh, that's really very sweet, Blanche.
Blanche: I know. By the way, did you girls know that the size of a man's ears is directly proportionate to the size of his other bodily organs?
Rose: What do you mean?
Dorothy: He had a big, floppy pancreas, Rose.

Dorothy: Exactly. You know, her mother lived to be 94 and was active right up until the very end. I remember when Grandma was in a wheelchair she was on the go from morning till night. But she always had time to talk to her grandchildren. If I close my eyes, I can hear her saying, "Come on, you snot-nosed little rugrats. Pick up those jacks. They're puncturing holes in my tires." But the most amazing thing about Grandma was that in 1952, she decided to go into politics.
Rose: Politics?
Dorothy: Uh-huh. She felt it was her personal responsibility to elect Adlai Stevenson president. Well, she didn't care for Eisenhower because, you know, he claimed to have liberated Italy, and she said Italy was liberated enough. Already too many people eating meat on Friday. And wearing condoms on Saturday.

Sam: Did you bring me anything today?
Sophia: Don't I always?
Sam: I thought maybe you forgot.
Sophia: I never forget.
Sam: But I hate nectarines.
Sophia: You have to eat.
Sam: Sophia, it doesn't matter. You know that.
Sophia: Crazy talk. Comes from not eating enough fresh fruit. Here.
Sam: Sophia, once they goofed up my blood with that transfusion, there wasn't anything anyone could do. No one's ever beat it, Sophia.
Sophia: But someday they will, and it could be tomorrow and it could be you. I believe that and you're gonna believe that, because right now, today, that's all we got, hope.
Sam: And a nectarine.
Sophia: And a nectarine.

Rose: Oh, my goodness. Look what I found. Double-fudge cookies. I thought we agreed not to keep cookies in the house.
Blanche: Right, after this last box.
Rose: You're not gonna eat them, are you?
Dorothy: Oh, no, Rose. We're gonna go to some dumb country and try to use them as money.

Rose: Don't you just love waking up with rain tapping on your bedroom window?
Blanche: Oh, absolutely. I always throw open the window, uncork a bottle of Cold Duck and slip into my Frederick's of Hollywood ostrich-feather nightie.
Dorothy: Just because of rain tapping at your window?
Blanche: Oh, I thought she said, "Wayne." My mistake.