Angela: So why am I mad at you?
Sophia: You're not. I'm mad at you. You betrayed me.
Angela: You're out of your mind. I never betrayed anybody in my life.
Sophia: Bull. You told everyone at the party that Salvadore de Milo tried to kiss me.
Angela: I never told a soul.
Sophia: Nobody else knew but you. We were alone in the kitchen when I spilled my guts out.
Angela: We weren't alone. Vinny Jamala was drunk under the table.
Sophia: What are you talking about?
Angela: I can't believe you don't remember. He threw up on your shoe.
Sophia: That was Vinny?
Angela: He must have overheard everything. He's the one who blabbed your secret.
Sophia: Then you never betrayed me?
Angela: Of course not. You're my sister.
Sophia: Angela.
Angela: Sophia.

Dorothy: I don't believe this.
Blanche: I think it's sweet.
Rose: I think I'm going to cry.
Dorothy: I think they should both be committed.

Blanche: There's only one thing that can turn blood-relatives into enemies. Jealousy. I ought to know. You see, I was a devastatingly beautiful child. Pink cheeks, cute little button nose, red ruby lips, adorable, little ringlet curls.
Dorothy: I was the tallest baby in the history of New York and had a rash on my head till I was two.