Rose: Who's she going out with?
Coco: Harry again.
Dorothy: Harry? Who is this Harry?
Rose: All Blanche said was he still has his own teeth and hair.
Dorothy: Oh, it is wonderful dating in Miami. All the single men under 80 are cocaine smugglers.
Rose: You know, I'd kill to be 20 again.
Dorothy: Oh, I would kill to be 40 again.

Blanche: Oh, Rose, I'm borrowing your earrings. Lord, I'd love to get a face-lift by 8:00.
Dorothy: Blanche, who is Harry?
Blanche: Oh, girls, he's just wonderful. He's very gallant, he's a perfect gentleman, he's a great dancer. And he doesn't make noises when he chews.
Dorothy: Chewing, that's way up there on my list. Comes right after intelligent.
Blanche: He doesn't talk loud at the movies, doesn't take his own pulse, and he's still interested.
Rose: In what?
Dorothy: Rose, if you have to ask, it does not matter anymore.

Dorothy: Blanche, Blanche, your friend Harry wants an answer tonight. What are you gonna tell him?
Blanche: I haven't decided. I guess I'll know when I hear it come out of my mouth.
Dorothy: You'll know when you hear it come out of your mouth? This isn't a belch, Blanche. This is marriage!

Rose: You mustn't rush into anything, Blanche. You hardly know him.
Blanche: I just wonder what my husband George would think about me and Harry.
Dorothy: Well, if he was alive, he probably would not like it. But since he's dead, I don't think it poses a problem.
Blanche: I just want him to know that I'm happy, but that I could never be as happy with Harry in the same way as I was with him.
Rose: He knows, Blanche. He knows. Your thoughts and feelings go right to him. You can communicate directly from your heart. Can't you, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Oh, don't ask me. I can't get through to New Jersey with MCI.

Dorothy: $67? Ma, Ma, this is crazy. The home is 15 minutes from here.
Sophia: My cab driver is Cuban. He said there was an additional tax for a bilingual driver.
Dorothy: I'll take care of him.
Rose: Sit down, Sophia. You must be exhausted.
Sophia: Why? I rode in the cab. I didn't push it.

Rose: I used to sleep so well. I never even turned over. I'd wake up with a perfect hairdo. Charlie, on the other hand, moves all night long. His side of the bed looks like a murder took place.
Dorothy: Rose, Charlie is dead.
Coco: Why tell her?
Dorothy: Coco, it's 15 years!
Rose: I know he's dead. I'm not crazy. I just like to talk about him in the present tense sometimes. It makes him seem closer.
Coco: That's fine, Rose. You do that. I don't mind at all.
Dorothy: Sure, Rose. Set a place at the table.

Blanche: I had the stone crabs. I never had stone crabs. You ever have stone crabs?
Dorothy: Yes. Yes, Blanche. Just tell us.
Blanche: I was just so relieved they didn't have eyes. I can't eat anything with eyes, like lobster.
Rose: I can't eat anything that moves.
Dorothy: Like what, Rose? Horses?
Rose: Like oysters.
Coco: Oysters don't move!
Dorothy: Coco, they could dance! Who cares? Tell us.
Rose: Oysters move! Very slowly. You have to watch very closely.

Rose: Charlie and I waited two whole years before we got married.
Dorothy: I got married before my father finished the sentence.
Rose: You married your father?
Dorothy: My father told Stan that he had to marry me. I was pregnant.
Rose: You had a blowgun wedding?
Dorothy: If you live in the Amazon. In Queens, it's called "shotgun."

Dorothy: Blanche, do you want to read the note? Do you want me to read it to you? "Dear Blanche, I guess you know by now. I'm really sorry. The thing is, I really liked you. This time was different. You're a special lady. Maybe someday you'll write to me. Harry."
Blanche: Oh, God. I'm stunned. I'm just stunned.
Dorothy: I know.
Blanche: Oh, I feel like such an old fool. Not just a fool, but an old fool. My God, I just wanna die.
Rose: You're not a fool, Blanche. You're a beautiful, loving, trusting woman. There's no fool here, Blanche.
Blanche: I guess maybe I'm hoping the shock will be too much for my heart and I'll just drop dead right here. And the minister can bury me with Mr. Pinkus. I won't have to look anyone in the eye ever again.
Rose: Except maybe Mr. Pinkus.

Dorothy: If I meet our paperboy, he will not live to be a paper man. Florida is having a drought. In the entire state, there is not enough water to make a cup of tea. He finds a puddle.