Blanche: Here you are. I just spent five minutes telling your bathroom door that everything's gonna be fine between you and your daughter.
Rose: You should never lie to anyone.
Blanche: OK, it was only three minutes, but still! I stood there like a fool.

Rose: You know, I used to go out with a Robert. His father owned the movie house in town. One month, I saw the same picture fifteen times.
Charley: Sounds like cable.
Rose: So tell me about Robert. What's he like?
Charley: He's a lot like Grandpa.
Rose: Does he look like Grandpa?
Charley: No, he looks like Bruce Springsteen.
Rose: Oh, well, then how is he like Grandpa?
Charley: He works very, very hard and he's very, very rich.
Rose: And what else?
Charley: I don't know. That's all I've ever heard about Grandpa.
Rose: Oh, I see. Oh, I wish you'd known Grandpa, Charley. You'd have liked him a lot.
Charley: Do you think he would have liked me?
Rose: Liked you? He would have adored you!
Charley: Do you think that this is the right outfit to wear to a castle?
Rose: Oh, yes. And you'll be glad of that sweater. Castles can be very drafty.

Rose: Dorothy, a lie is like a snowball. You start out with one little harmless lie, and then you have to tell another one to cover up the first. And then another, and another. You know what I mean? And then before long, you've got an entire snowman built out of lies! Dorothy? I was gonna let Kirsten leave tomorrow and never tell her the truth. I was willing to risk having her hate me to protect Charlie's memory. That's Charlie, my husband, not Charley, my granddaughter. But you'd know that if you were still awake. But then today, I found that the lies that I've been telling about Charlie are hurting Charley. Husband and granddaughter, respectively. So tomorrow, I'm just gonna have to stop this lying and tell the truth, no matter how much it might hurt all of us. Dorothy, I want you to know, that having friends like you really helps me get through times like this. Now you sleep well, and I'll see you in the morning. I love you.
Dorothy: Thank God. I thought you'd never shut up.

Blanche: Well, whoever said a man is innocent until proven guilty sure said a mouthful. I was wrong about Duncan, he didn't kill Tippi!
Dorothy: Well, what about all that evidence? The scuba gear, the carpet, the dickey?
Blanche: It turns out it was one of their trusted servants who was trying to frame poor Duncan.
Dorothy: Oh, don't tell me. The butler did it?
Blanche: No, he just thought of it. He made the maid do it.

Rose: Oh, Kirsten, you're back. I want to talk to you.
Kirsten: Not now, Mother. I promised Charley I'd take her to lunch and then we pack. We're leaving early.
Rose: Now. It's important.
Kirsten: Mother, there's nothing to talk about.
Rose: Oh, yes, there is. And I should have done it a long time ago. Kirsten, your father wasn't who you thought he was.
Dorothy: Um. Oh, I don't think it's necessary for all of us to be here.
Blanche: You're right. Bye, Dorothy.
Rose: Don't go. I want you all to hear this. I lied about the money. I didn't squander it on bad investments. I couldn't have. He didn't leave me any to begin with.
Kirsten: Mother, what are you telling me?
Rose: Your father was a wonderful man, Kirsten. Kind and warm and caring. And never willing to let a friend or a neighbor struggle through hard times alone. But he was also the worst businessman to ever balance a checkbook.
Kirsten: But you always told us how successful Daddy was.
Rose: He was a success. As a human being. But his work took him away so much, I was afraid you wouldn't know that. That's why I made him into something he wasn't. I guess maybe I was afraid you'd think he was a failure. I never thought of him as a failure. I hope I never let him feel like one. If I did, I can only pray that he forgives me now. And that you will, too.
Kirsten: Oh, Mom. Come on, let's go find Charley and take her to lunch.
Rose: Sure. With the size of our estate, I think we can afford lunch.