Rose: Oh, Blanche, Dorothy! Oh, I'm so glad you made up. I knew you couldn't stay mad for long.
Blanche: Of course we couldn't.
Rose: Oh, it takes a big woman to forgive somebody calling her a slut!

Sophia: Fight over? Good. Here, taste these. I'm conducting a pizza challenge. One of these is mine, one is Mama you-know-who's. Taste them and tell me which you like better. If I'm right, this could be worth millions. My face could be in every freezer in America.
Blanche: Mmm. A, definitely.
Rose: Mmm. Yep, A.
Dorothy: Yeah, A. A, without a doubt.
Sophia: You can't pick men and you can't pick pizza!

Rose: Morning, Blanche. Can I get you some coffee?
Blanche: "Dorothy deserves to know what kind of a person Elliot really is. If you're her friend, you'll tell her." Thanks for the advice, Rose. Now Dorothy's not speaking to me, and I'm not speaking to you. Now you can get me that coffee.

Dorothy: Blanche, might I see you a moment?
Blanche: Pardonnez-moi.
Dorothy: Listen, you keep your bloomers on, Scarlett. He's taking me out tomorrow night.
Blanche: But he wants me. I can feel it.
Dorothy: Let somebody else feel it. I saw him first.
Blanche: But we were meant for each other. I'm a woman, he's a man.
Dorothy: And what am I, Little Richard?

Dr. Clayton: Well, ladies, it's been a great pleasure meeting you. Dorothy, it's been especially nice meeting you. I'm sure she's all right, but you call me if you need me, and I'll see you tomorrow night.
Dorothy: Goodbye, Elliot.
Dr. Clayton: Goodbye, Dorothy.
Dorothy: [closes door] Oh, thank you for being a kind and generous god.

Dorothy: OK, what do you think of this one?
Blanche: Dorothy, you and Elliot have been out almost every night this week. He's obviously hooked. You don't have to look good anymore. What you have on is fine.
Dorothy: I'll change.
Rose: Come on. I'll help you pick out something.
Dorothy: There's nothing left to pick. The only thing I haven't tried on is the bedspread.

Blanche: What are you doing? How dare you? What kind of woman do you think I am?
Dr. Clayton: Relax.
Blanche: Relax? Don't you tell me to relax! I am not accustomed to being manhandled.
Dr. Clayton: I thought you'd be flattered.
Blanche: Well, I'm not. Pardon my strong language, but you, sir, are no gentleman.

Dorothy: Hello, Elliot. I'm sorry I'm late.
Dr. Clayton: It's all right, but we should be going.
Dorothy: If I'm not back by Christmas, someone take my mother to midnight mass.

Rose: Oh forget the story. You have to tell Dorothy. She's your friend!
Blanche: You're right. She is my best friend.
Rose: I thought I was your best friend.
Blanche: You were till you told me that story.

Blanche: Dorothy, I have to tell you something. It's just so hard. I don't know how to tell you, except, I guess, just straight out. What? Well Elliot made- Elliot made-
Dorothy: What?
Blanche: Elliot made a...
Dorothy: What? What did Elliot make, a ship in a bottle? What?