Sophia: [Dorothy opens the door, Sophia's first lines] Hi there.
Dorothy: Ma! What're you doing here?
Sophia: Everyone is fine no one died, the home burnt down.
Dorothy: My God - are you all right? How did you get here?
Sophia: I hitched!
Sophia: A cab - I took a cab.
Dorothy: Well you should have called.
Sophia: I'm perfectly capable of managing by myself, I don't need help - I'm a very indapendent person!
Dorothy: I know! I know!
Sophia: I need $67.00 for the cab.
Dorothy: $67.00? Ma, ma - this is crazy the home is 15 minutes from here.
Sophia: My cab driver is Cuban, he says there's an additional tax fee for a bilingual driver.
Blanche: [as she introduces her latest lover to the others] And this is Sophia.
Harry: Well - you must be Blanche's sister.
Sophia: You must be blind.
Blanche: [Long pause] Sophia's home just burnt down.
Harry: That's terrible!
Sophia: Not to me. It was a retirement home - and you know what? They set off the drill in a retirement home - who can rush? Half the people have walkers, the other half can't get out of their chairs. But they got bells going off like crazy. You know what that does to hearts that only beat a few times a week?... Its not pretty.
Blanche: [Blanche's first ever lines] Dorothy, can I borrow your mink stole?
Dorothy: It's Miami in June - only cat's are wearing fur!
Rose Nylund: Are you going out?
Dorothy: No, she's going to sit here where its 112 degrees and eat enchiladas.
Sophia: I never have that problem! Never! I sleep like a log! I never have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I go in the morning. Every morning, like clockwork, at 7am - I pee. Unfortunately I don't wake up 'till 8.
Blanche: I can't eat anything with eyes.
Rose Nylund: I can't eat anything that moves.
Dorothy: Like what, Rose, horses?
Rose Nylund: Like oysters.
Coco: Oysters don't move.
Dorothy: Coco they could dance! Who cares?
Rose Nylund: Oysters move! Very slowly, you have to watch them.
Dorothy: What am I doing up? I'm substituting for a teacher who was shot by one of the students. I need all the sleep I can get.
Sophia: The fancy man and I have a date at the dog track.
Blanche: Your mother bets?
Dorothy: No, races, she's a dog jockey.
Dorothy: Ma, the cab driver said you promised him a $67 tip!
Sophia: Don't be ridiculous, I said a 6-7 dollar tip. Why don't these people learn English if they're going to live here? I could have less trouble getting around Ecuador!
Sophia: [to Blanche] How long is this story? I'm eighty; I have to plan.
Sophia: [Late at night, Sophia walks into the living room] Oh its you!
Rose Nylund: Sophia, did we wake you?
Sophia: I heard voices, I thought there were robbers, so I hid my jewels. Now I can't remember where.
Dorothy: Ma, you don't have any jewels!
Sophia: Thank God because I can't find them.
Sophia: [as Blanche leaves with her date in Dorothy's mink stole] I hope he's taking you to a cold climate!
Rose Nylund: We were all so lonely and then by a miracle we found each other.
Dorothy: Rose, we both answered an ad to share Blanche's house that we found in the supermarket. It was not the resurrection. It is hardly a miracle.
Rose Nylund: To me it was, because we're happy.
Dorothy: [First ever lines] I taught a class today - the finest school in Dade County. Two girls had shaved heads and three boys had green hair.
Coco: They're expressing themselves.
Dorothy: Well I expressed myself - I told them they had to leave they were too ugly to look at. Now the parents are mad. A man in a three piece suit came in and defended Tiffany - a bald girl with a nose ring.
Rose Nylund: [Dicussing sleep] Charlie on the other hand moves all night long - his side of the bed looks like a murder took place.
Dorothy: Rose, Charlie is dead.
Coco: Why tell her?
Dorothy: Coco, its been 15 years.
Rose Nylund: I know he's dead - I'm not crazy. I just like to speak of him in the present tense, sometimes, it makes him seem closer.
Coco: That's fine Rose, you do that!
Dorothy: Sure Rose - set a place at the table!
Blanche: I just wonder what my husband, George, would make of me and Harry.
Dorothy: Well, if he was alive he probably would not like it. But since he's dead I don't think it poses a problem.
Blanche: Well, I just want him to know I'm happy, but I could never be as happy with Harry in the same way - as I was with him.
Rose Nylund: He knows, Blanche, he knows. Your thoughts and feelings go right to him, you can communicate directly from your heart, can't you, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Oh don't ask me - I can't get through to New Jersey with MCI.