Dorothy: Ma, where are you going?
Sophia: I can't stand it anymore. Your life is supposed to flash before your eyes when you're dying, not on when you're on vacation. I've waited my whole life to ride Space Mountain and nothing - you hear me, nothing - is gonna stop me. [thunder] Why are you always taking her side?

Blanche: Rose, listen. I think maybe I owe you an apology. When we were having our argument, I may have said things I didn't mean.
Rose: Like when you said I was a dummy?
Blanche: No.

Blanche: Well, my dream is crushed. I always wanted to be rich and famous and now it's not gonna happen.
Rose: I know a poem that might help. It goes: "Never, ever give up your dreams, even when they're doused in sorrow, because even though they seem far away, they could come true tomorrow." I wrote that, Blanche.
Blanche: You know, it isn't half bad. It's better than a lot of them you read on greeting cards.
Rose: Oh, I have hundreds of them.
Blanche: You know what I'm thinking, Rose?
Rose: That with your drawings and my poems, we might go into the greeting card business together?
Blanche: No. I'm thinking about a place out at the beach where the waves break so hard, they knock the bathing suits right off the men coming out of the water.