Blanche: Oh, my God! Why, Dorothy, look, it's, uh it's Mrs. McDowell.
Martha: Why is everyone staring at me?
Blanche: Because your handbag doesn't match your shoes.
Dorothy: We're a very fashion-conscious neighborhood.

Dorothy: Rose, honey, you don't do too well under pressure. No, Rose. Remember the time in the coffee shop when you didn't have enough money so you ran into the ladies' room and tried to climb out through the skylight.
Rose: That doesn't happen anymore, since I switched to decaf.

Blanche: Well, I would volunteer, but I'm afraid I'd be too conspicuous. It's a dinner party and I plan to show cleavage.

Dorothy: Ma, you're not making this any easier.
Sophia: All right then, if you think it'll help you land this Al character, you should do it.
Dorothy: Al? Who said anything about landing Al? What, do you think I'd risk my life for Al? I'm doing this because I think it's right. Because I'm a concerned citizen. And I'd give my right arm to land Al!

Dorothy: Ma, don't let it bother you.
Sophia: Well, I just can't leave you hanging. In lieu of a story, would you settle for a very wise observation?
Dorothy: Yes, Ma.
Sophia: Al's a good guy, and he makes you happy. And if you're doing it for that reason alone, it's worth it. It's my guess that you're also doing it because, in your heart, you feel it's the right thing.
Dorothy: Thanks, Ma. That means a lot to me.
Sophia: Good. Now, get some rest, pussycat. Tomorrow could be your last day.

Rose: Gee, it's a shame that we have to plant that transmitter at the McDowells' tonight. There's a great movie on TV.
Blanche: What is it?
Rose: In Cold Blood. It's about- This innocent family is brutally murdered-
Dorothy: May I see that, Rose? [hits Rose on the head with the TV Guide] Thank you.

Al Mullins: Hey, Dorothy, I just wanna say you did a nice job.
Dorothy: Thanks, Al.
Al Mullins: And Dorothy I also wanted to say it took guts.
Dorothy: Thanks, Al.
Al Mullins: You see, Dorothy, I just wanted to ask you I wanted to ask you... What I wanted to ask you...
Sophia: For God's sakes, he wants to ask you to go out with him! You got your listening equipment, I got mine.

Bobby: Listen, Blanche, I want to thank you for everything you've done the past few days.
Blanche: You don't have to thank me for anything. Actually, I kind of enjoyed doing it. You remind me a lot of my son, Matthew, except he doesn't carry a gun. Bobby, does your momma know you carry that gun?
Bobby: Blanche, I'm a grown man. I don't have to have her permission. Although, to be honest, she's not thrilled about it.
Blanche: That's because she loves you. I know I'd be a nervous wreck if Matthew were a police officer. I worry about him enough as it is, and he's a CPA. I guess that's just a mother's nature. Well, I'll see you in the morning.
Bobby: Hey, Blanche, listen, uh... My mom lives in Oregon. I don't get a home-cooked meal too often. Would it be OK if I stop by sometime?
Blanche: I think that would be great. Now, I don't care how old you think you are, mister, it's time for light's out.

Al Mullins: Dorothy, I want to ask you something. How about you and I go out sometime? Dorothy, I really want to see you again.
Dorothy: I really want to see you again too.
Al Mullins: Great.
Dorothy: But I can't.
Al Mullins: Why not?
Dorothy: Because I could get serious about you.
Al Mullins: I don't get it.
Dorothy: Al, up until the other night, I thought this whole thing was a game, but after what happened, I realized it isn't.
Al Mullins: And you don't want to become involved with someone who could get hurt every time he goes out to work.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, Al.
Al Mullins: It's not the first time I've heard it. I understand.

Sophia: So, are you two an item or what?
Dorothy: No. No, we decided it was best if we didn't see each other.
Sophia: Are you sure, Dorothy? In your heart of hearts, are you positive you made the right decision?
Dorothy: Yes, Ma.
Sophia: Fine, then I want you to meet someone. Dr. Tansy, this is my daughter. And this guy is nobody. Beat it, Al.