Rose: Blanche, what a lovely, sweet story. Tell me, did his girlfriend ever show up?
Dorothy: You're right, Blanche. Some things never change.

Rose: I can't believe it. Raymond called. He's got the flu and he can't take me to the big Valentine's Day dance. I guess I'll be keeping you company, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Why do you automatically assume that I don't have a date?
Sophia: She assumes there are seven days in a week.
Dorothy: Have a chocolate, Ma. The doctor didn't know what he was talking about when he said they were bad for you.

Sophia: Quit complaining. There are worse things that can happen to you on Valentine's Day. I know.
Rose: Was there ever a Valentine's Day when you didn't have a date?
Sophia: Please. Until I was 80 I was combing geezers out of my blue rinse.

[flashback:]
Sophia: Oh, excuse me. We're having a problem with the car.
Mechanic: I'm sorry, I'm starting my lunch break. And when I get back, I got three jobs ahead of yous.
Papa Angelo: Beautiful. Just what I always dreamed about, spending the winter in Chicago. And, of course, the volcano season in Pompeii.

[flashback:]
Salvadore: Look, uh, here's two bucks. Would you lend me your tools while you're gone?
Mechanic: Help yourself, buddy.
Sophia: Salvadore, when you want a beer you ask me which end of the opener to use. What the hell are you gonna do with his tools?
Salvadore: Would you relax? I'll have us out of here in no time.
Papa Angelo: The same words he used when he moved you into that crummy cold-water flat 12 years ago.
Sophia: Papa, he's trying his best.
Papa Angelo: And that doesn't scare you?
Sophia: You're not being fair. You've never really given Salvadore a chance.
Papa Angelo: You know, I don't understand what you see in this man.
Sophia: It's not something I can explain. Everything you say about him is true. Lord knows, he's not terribly bright. He's not terribly good-looking and not much of a provider. But I love him anyway. I don't know why. It's the little things. You know what I mean?

[flashback:]
Sophia: Sal, you having any luck under there?
Salvadore: To be perfectly honest, no.
Sophia: No? You baciagaloop. Can't you do anything right? I'm cold. I'm tired. I'm hungry.
Salvadore: You're hungry? Here.
Sophia: What's this?
Salvadore: Today's Thursday. Valentine's Day.
Sophia: Valentine's Day is... Wait. We left Brooklyn the 11th, so this... Sal, you planned this three days ago before we left Brooklyn.
Salvadore: Yeah. I hid it under the seat when I was loading the suitcases. Happy Valentine's Day, Sophia.
Sophia: I think this is what I was trying to explain to Papa. Come here, you big lug.

[flashback:]
Rose: Isn't this lodge great?
Blanche: Oh, boy, it sure is. It's just so beautiful up here. The fresh air and the wide open spaces. You know, being in the mountains always puts me in a romantic mood. Dorothy, did you ever make love on top of a mountain?
Dorothy: No. The closest I ever came was making love of top of a fat guy called Old Smoky.

[flashback:]
Desk Clerk: Hello, ladies. Welcome to Sunny Meadows.
Dorothy: Oh, thank you. We... Whoa!
Rose: His klingenspritzer's showing.
Bellhop: Excuse me. Where would you like me to put this?
Blanche: Oh, well, buy me a drink and we'll talk.

[flashback:]
Bellhop: Ladies, may I show you to your room?
Dorothy: Just point the way...
Blanche: Oh, good, it's on the second floor.

[flashback:]
Dorothy: Thanks a lot, Rose. Oh, this is a great Valentine's weekend. Stuck in a hotel at a nudist camp for ten hours.
Rose: I'm sorry, Dorothy. It's all my fault. I misunderstood the brochure.
Dorothy: "Fun in the buff at a mountain retreat. Hike, swim and play volleyball while the sun beats down on your fanny."