- Blanche Devereaux: Dorothy Zbornak, have I got a man for you.
- Dorothy Zbornak: No thanks, had one.
- Blanche Devereaux: It's my Uncle Lucas. He's *perfect* - all man, all heart, all yours.
- Dorothy Zbornak: Look, Blanche, forget it! It's not going to work out. I mean, he's a little bit country, and I'm a little bit... too smart for this.
- Dorothy Zbornak: [Picks up a crab on her table] Oh look at this one. Scrunched up little frown. Kinda reminds me of my mother.
- [She picks up a crab hammer and smashes it]