[flashback:]
Rose: Walking by that sausage case back there really brought back a lot of memories.
Dorothy: Sausage opens a floodgate for many of us, Rose.
Dorothy: What's this, Blanche?
Blanche: Smoked oysters.
Dorothy: Oh, come on. Now, I know we said we'd go in on everything equally, but this is four dollars a can.
Blanche: Well, we have to have these. They're absolutely essential. Well, if you ever have a date with a man who's a little sluggish a tin of these and a bottle of Cold Duck, you'll be prying him off the wall.

[flashback:]
Produce Clerk: Those are very nice cantaloupes.
Blanche: Why, thank you.

[flashback:]
Rose: Excuse me. You made a mistake. That Windex isn't on sale this week. The regular price is $1.99.
Dorothy: Rose, why don't you just save it for The Price is Right?
Rose: Excuse me for trying to be a good American.
Blanche: Will you two please keep your voices down? I have shopped and dated extensively throughout this market.

[flashback:]
Blanche: All right, who put the Raisin Bran in the refrigerator?
Dorothy: I did. Do you have a problem with that?
Blanche: Yes, I do. I have two problems with it. First of all, there isn't room for it in there and second of all, it doesn't go in the refrigerator, it goes in the cabinet.
Dorothy: It does not go in the cabinet. It stays fresher in the refrigerator.
Blanche: No, it does not stay fresher in the refrigerator. If it stayed fresher in the refrigerator, there would be a sign on it saying "refrigerate."
Rose: Actually, you're both wrong. It does not belong in a refrigerator. It does not belong in a cabinet. It belongs in a glass canister. That way, it's not only visually appealing, but you can see if they cheated you out of raisins. I thought everybody knew that.

[flashback:]
Dorothy: Oh, girls, girls, do you realize what just happened?
Blanche: Well, I know I've been having a very good time, and there wasn't even a man in the room.

[flashback:]
Blanche: Wait a minute. What's that?
Rose: Oh, I'm sorry. I know it's awful, but I have this incredible sweet tooth.
Dorothy: What is it?
Rose: Cheesecake.
Blanche: What kind?
Rose: Chocolate.
Dorothy: Oh, I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Dorothy: I guess some things never change.
Rose: They sure don't. We've almost finished the entire cheesecake.
Blanche: Oh, what the hell. It was a special occasion.
Dorothy: Yeah, and it sure took my mind off of Psycho.
Rose: Listen, these can wait till morning. Let's go to bed.
[Sophia runs into the kitchen holding a knife like in Pyscho]
Dorothy: Ma, that is not funny!
Sophia: Are you kidding? It's a riot! I pulled it once on old man Peterson, after we had saw Psycho at the home. They had said he would never walk again. He walked. Well, good night. Sweet dreams!

Rose: What are you doing?
Dorothy: Well, I thought I heard a prowler outside.
Rose: Oh, my God, Dorothy! Why didn't you call the police?
Dorothy: Oh, no, no. It turned out it was a neighbor's cat trying to mate with our plastic flamingo.

Rose: Well, at least we're not alone tonight.
Dorothy: Oh, boy. You know, there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself.
Rose: Oh, yes there is: being wide awake and scared and by yourself without a double-fudge chocolate cheesecake in the freezer.

Blanche: You know, I never used to do anything like this with my old roommates.
Dorothy: You had roommates before us? I never knew that.
Blanche: Oh, yes. Two very eccentric old ladies who used to bathe together and floss each other's teeth. I kicked them out one morning, and that very afternoon went down to the supermarket to advertise for new ones. That was when I first met Rose.