[flashback:]
Rose: How's the studying going?
Dorothy: I still have a lot to cover. I'm gonna be up for quite a while.
Rose: Okay. I'll keep you company.
Dorothy: I don't want any company.
Rose: Just pretend I'm not here.
Blanche: Oh, goody. A slumber party. Mind if I join you?
Dorothy: What is the matter with you two?
Blanche: What makes you think something's the matter?
Sophia: Okay, I wanna see six hands above that blanket right now!

[flashback:]
Rose: Sophia, we're not talking about them anyway. We're talking about aliens from space.
Dorothy: Oh, those aliens. Get out, both of you!
Blanche: Dorothy, now, have a heart. Rose and I rented that movie Aliens, and it just scared us half to death.
Sophia: Scared me, too. That Sigourney Weaver's a sweet girl, but she really shouldn't go without makeup.

[flashback:]
Rose: Sophia, are you busy?
Sophia: No. I'm just drawing a line on the Milk of Magnesia bottle.
Rose: Why?
Sophia: I think the gardener's been sneaking a few sips.
Rose: I have a problem.
Sophia: All right. Take a sip. I'll draw another line.

Dr. Ashley: In my experience, most domestic problems can usually be resolved through a willingness to cooperate and some hard work.
Dorothy: So you're saying if we become more tolerant of each other, we can work things out?
Dr. Ashley: In your case, there's really no point. You are totally incompatible.
Blanche: What?
Dr. Ashley: You are incompatible. You seem to bring out the worst traits in each other. I'm surprised that you were able to live together this long without killing each other.
Dorothy: But, Dr. Ashley, we came here for you to help us.
Dr. Ashley: Ladies, I like you. Save your money for the moving expenses.
Dorothy: Well, thank you, Doctor. It was difficult to hear, but [sighs] you're probably right.
Sophia: I knew you were a quack. If you were a legitimate shrink would've strung us along for months.

[flashback:]
Rose: The only reason we're in bed with Dorothy is because we're scared.
Dorothy: Scared? Of what?
Blanche: Now, Dorothy, don't you laugh, but we're scared of the aliens.
Dorothy: Blanche, how many times have I told you not to call them "the aliens"? They are the Chungs, and they happen to be very nice.
Sophia: They're not very nice. They eat dogs.
Dorothy: Ma, they do not eat dogs.
Sophia: Right. It's just a coincidence that not one ever pees on their lawn.
Dorothy: Ma, you made that up.