Pilot: This is the captain speaking. We are about to begin our descent to St. Gustave airport. At least I think it's the airport.
Rose: Wow, in 20 minutes we'll be in St. Gustave. Then we'll hop on a train for Zumbro Falls and we'll grab the shuttle. By my estimation we should be in St. Olaf in a couple of days.
All: Days?

Rose: Come on. From the other side of the train we'll be able to see Lake Losenbaden.
Blanche: What's that in the shape of?
Rose: A lake.
Dorothy: I think we'll just sit here.
Sophia: I'll go with you, Rose. I'm a sucker for natural beauty. And a gin and tonic. Let's find the bar car.

Dorothy: I can't believe this is the shuttle to St. Olaf. How you doing up there, Ma?
Sophia: Fine.
Dorothy: Sophia, why don't you want to sit back here with us?
Sophia: Because after three days on the road with you guys, this jackass smells better.
Man: Thank you.

Sophia: In Sicily we have a simple rule. If your husband dies, you wait 20 years or until you grow a mustache.

Blanche: This thing isn't solid gold, is it?
Rose: Oh, no. You just peel off the gold foil and it's pure milk chocolate.
Blanche: Oh, that's the loveliest trophy I've ever seen. I'm gonna get a knife.

Dorothy: Rose, there is no way that we can tell you how proud of you we are.
Sophia: Of course there is. Congratulations, Rose Nylund. You are St. Olaf's woman of the year.
All: Oofda!

Blanche: Boy, I know the prescription for me. One of him every four hours.