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The Golden Girls: We're Outta Here

425. We're Outta Here

Aired May 13, 1989

After a wealthy Japanese businessman makes an offer for the house, the girls reminisce about some of the memories they've made there. [CLIP SHOW]

Quote from Rose

Rose: Back in St. Olaf, when I couldn't sleep, I'd get into my pajamas and have a nice glass of warm milk and slip under the covers and count cows jumping over my bed. It'd usually work like a charm, except every once in a while there'd be a cow with a particularly low udder and it would brush across my forehead and wake me up.

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Quote from Blanche

Rose: This was a lovely afternoon.
Blanche: Oh, I'll say. I just love the legitimate theater. You know, I missed Mr. Lee J. Cobb in Death of a Salesman.
I missed Mr. Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Desire. Well, I was damned if I was gonna miss Mr. Dick Butkus in Pal Joey.

Quote from Rose

Rose: Oh, yeah? Well, it just so happens that there are a lot of things I can do better than you guys.
Blanche: Name one.
Rose: Can you tighten a horn on a helmet? Smoke a herring in a pine log? Check a bull for a hernia?
Dorothy: I guess the really rough part is getting him to turn his head and cough.

Quote from Sophia

Dorothy: Ma, it's 2am. Where have you been?
Sophia: I stuffed pillows under the sheets so I could fool you during bed check. What is this, Stalag 17? I went for a walk. I couldn't sleep. I had a nightmare.

Quote from Rose

Rose: Tell me about it, Sophia. Sometimes I can interpret dreams.
Sophia: Blanche sold the house and I wound up back at Shady Pines.
Rose: Hmm. This is a tough one.

Quote from Sophia

Blanche: I just don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm just torn and confused. Guess I'll have to think about it all tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.
Dorothy: Calm down, Scarlett. There's no need to be so dramatic.
Sophia: Please. She can't help it. Everyone around here acts like a ham. There's been more bad acting, bad dancing and bad singing under this roof than a Suzanne Somers Special.

Quote from Sophia

Sophia: Look, you're all confused and upset about this house business. There's only one thing you can do.
Blanche: What is that, Sophia?
Sophia: Take the advice of a wise old Sicilian.
Rose: You, Sophia?
Sophia: No. Charlie Callas. Many years ago, my father had a similar problem when he was selling real estate.
Dorothy: I didn't know that Grandpa ever owned any real estate.
Sophia: He didn't. That was the problem. You see, it turned out he really didn't own the Vatican. Although he did have a very close friend who swore he was there the night Pop won the deed in a card game from Pope Ronnie the Magnificent.

Quote from Sophia

Sophia: And there's a brand-new water heater in the garage and wall-to-wall carpeting in all the bedrooms.
Dorothy: Ma, what the hell are you doing?
Sophia: Selling the house. And that's a working fireplace, and with these cathedral ceilings, you could stack 50 VCRs if you wanted to. So, you think it over, and if you're interested, give us a call.
Mr. Yakamora: I make offer now. If you like, you call me. [bows]
Blanche: Sophia, honey, you can't just sell my house. Is this in dollars?
Sophia: No, it's in cucumber rolls. Of course it's in dollars.

Quote from Sophia

Rose: It just doesn't seem possible that five years has gone by since we moved in together.
Dorothy: It's gonna be rough if we have to go our separate ways. We've all learned to depend on each other so much.
Blanche: Especially Rose.
Rose: What's that supposed to mean?
Blanche: Oh, honey, it just means that sometimes you tend to be a bit naive, simple, childlike.
Sophia: She's calling you a moron. You don't want to live with a woman like that. Tell her to sell the house.

Quote from Sophia

Blanche: Girls, I'm really worried. Usually, by the time I've finished a cheesecake, I can solve any problem I'm trying to beat. This time I'm coming up empty.
Sophia: Then why is the top button on your skirt open?

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