Rose: Didn't you have the best time Christmas shopping today, Dorothy?
Dorothy: I loved it. Being pushed and shoved all day so I could buy gifts I can't afford. It's a regular Yuletide treat.

Rose: You've been so grouchy all day.
Dorothy: Oh, I'm sorry, Rose. I guess I'm just sad because Christmas doesn't have a meaning anymore. It's gotten so commercial.
Rose: How can you say that?
Dorothy: Oh, please Rose. The three wise men in the nativity scene at Burdines' were wearing Ralph Lauren ski parkas.

Blanche: Catch me, catch me, catch me.
Dorothy: Let me take a wild guess. You didn't expect us home this early.
Blanche: Dorothy, Rose, I'd like you to meet...
Rose: We know who he is, Blanche. Santa, how could you?
Blanche: Rose, this is Ed Kletner. He's working part-time at the mall. He's on his break.
Rose: A Santa is never off duty, mister. As long as you're in that uniform, the only thing that better be on your mind is giving people what they want for Christmas.
Dorothy: He was trying to, Rose. I saw Blanche's list.

Rose: Sophia, did you finish your shopping today?
Sophia: Yeah, just about. It's unbelievable how much things cost nowadays. I just spent $89 for a doll for my granddaughter.
Dorothy: Ma, you had $89?
Sophia: Don't be ridiculous. I charged all my gifts with a credit card I got out of your purse.
Dorothy: You're taking them back.
Sophia: Even the beautiful cashmere sweater I got for Blanche?
Blanche: Cashmere? I love cashmere.
Sophia: Don't tell me. Tell Scrooge.

Dorothy: Ma, how did you think I was going to pay for all this?
Sophia: On time. Loosen up the mousetrap a little. It's Christmas.
Dorothy: You see what this holiday has become? You see? Everybody thinks that the best way to show someone you care is by going into debt. I mean, where is the love? Where's the sharing? Where is the true spirit of Christmas?
Sophia: Neiman Marcus, ladies' apparel, third floor.

Rose: Girls, I have a terrific idea. Before we go home to spend to Christmas with our families, why don't we have a little celebration right here? St. Olaf style.
Dorothy: I will not drink eggnog while wearing a cast-iron brassiere.
Rose: We don't do that at Christmas. We do that at Easter. At Christmas, we exchange gifts we make for each other.

Dorothy: What do you say, Ma?
Sophia: Unless you make a lamb's-wool jacket with a fake fur collar, my heart is staying with Neiman Marcus ladies' apparel, third floor.

Rose: Just think, girls, tomorrow's Christmas Eve, and we'll be back home with our families. Ah, there's nothing like Christmas in Minnesota.
Dorothy: Unless it's Christmas in New York. A light snow falling over Fifth Avenue, ice skaters at Rockefeller Center, Santas on every street corner.
Blanche: Really?!

Blanche: [to Santa] Oh, hello there, tall, dark and jolly.
Dorothy: Blanche, maybe you should stay and talk to a counselor, too.

Airport Mendicant: Excuse me. Would you like to buy a flower?
Sophia: Beat it, chrome dome! And while you're at it, get a job, get a suit, get on your knees and beg your mother's forgiveness.