Rose: Oh, girls, don't forget to pick me up one of those hats with ears.
Dorothy: We won't forget, Rose.
Rose: It's not for me, it's for one of the girls in my Sunshine Cadet troop.
Dorothy: Yeah, we know, Rose.
Rose: I mean, I'm too old for that silly stuff but the girls love it.
Dorothy: Right, Rose.
Sophia: You want R-O-S-E sewn on the back?
Rose: If it's not too much trouble.

Blanche: Listen, Rose, I've come up with an idea. With your stories and my illustrations, we just might have a bestseller here. What do you say to us teaming up and writing a kids' storybook together?
Rose: Oh, Blanche, that's a terrific idea. When my children were small, I bought those illustrated storybooks all the time.
Blanche: And I bet your kids loved them.
Rose: Nah, they had their own books.

Sophia: What are you writing?
Dorothy: Oh, nothing.
Sophia: What do you mean nothing? What is that?
Dorothy: Well, Ma, you have such a great sense of humor. And I can never remember all the funny things you say, so I've decided to keep a journal.
Sophia: Journal? Who the hell are you? Bill Moyers?
Dorothy: That is classic. "Bill Moyers."

Rose: This book is really coming along.
Blanche: Yeah, and you can chalk it all up to synergism.
Rose: Yeah, synergism. What would we ever do without it? Good old synergism.
Blanche: You have no idea what it means, do you?
Rose: Not a clue.
Blanche: Synergism is the powerful energy that is generated by two people engaged in the same activity. Up till now, I had no idea it could occur outside a Howard Johnson's motor lodge.

Sophia: Who'd have thought it would rain for 24 hours straight? Red sixes. ... Does this look like a game of solitaire? It's your turn.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, Ma. I was trying to remember when was the last time I said I love you.
Sophia: After lunch, when I said you had grilled cheese stuck to your chin.

Dorothy: Ma, you're really making this difficult for me.You know I'm not great when it comes to dealing with emotions. Whenever someone starts talking about their deepest feelings, I usually get uncomfortable and tune out. I don't know why. Where do you think it comes from, Ma?
Sophia: Huh? Oh, sorry, Dorothy. My corn pad slipped. You were saying?

Dorothy: Ma, where are you going?
Sophia: Someplace where there are no pictures, no slides, and no walks down memory lane.
Dorothy: I'll come with you.
Sophia: What? Are we nuns? We don't have to travel in pairs. I'm outta here.

Sophia: Hey, Sam. What's that you're playing?
Sam: Oh, just a little something.
Sophia: Stop it. You know what I want to hear.
Sam: No, I don't.
Sophia: You played it for her. You can play it for me.
Sam: But I don't think that I-
Sophia: If she can stand it, so can I. Now play.
Sam: OK. You're the boss. [playing piano and singing] It's a world of laughter It's a world of tears It's a world of hopes And a world of fears There's so much that we share That it's time we're aware It's a small world after all...
Dorothy: Ma.
Sophia: Of all the saloons and gin joints in the world, she had to walk into mine.

Dorothy: Ma, I've been looking everywhere for you. We really need to talk. Ma, why are you trying so hard to ruin my weekend?
Sophia: You don't get it, do you? This weekend could've been a lot of fun, until you decided we were gonna have "quality time">
Dorothy: Is that so horrible? Ma, all I wanted to do was have us finish unfinished business and say things to each other that we never said before.
Sophia: Dorothy, this isn't On Golden Pond.
Dorothy: I know, Ma.
Sophia: And you're not Jane Fonda.
Dorothy: All right. You made your point.

Dorothy: Ma, I love you.
Sophia: I love you too, pussycat. As long as you promise you'll never make me do this for the rest of my life.
Dorothy: OK. Only if you promise you'll live forever.
Sophia: OK, I promise.
Dorothy: How can you make a promise like that?
Sophia: Hey, if I don't come through, what are you gonna do to me?