Blanche: Let's talk about you, it looks like you've lost a little weight, sugar.
Virginia: I have.
Blanche: You know, at your age when you lose weight your skin just...hangs there, like...like leaves on a willow.
Virginia: I haven't lost that much, I don't think that's happened yet.
Blanche: Well I don't know. If I were you I sure wouldn't wave goodbye.
Virginia: And if I were you, I sure wouldn't jog without a muumuu.
Blanche: Is that so, well just let me tell you somethin' missy.....
Virginia: Oh Blanche, please, let's not do this. Let's grow up, for God's sake. We have done this our whole lives long, let's call an end to it, okay?
Blanche: Sure, whatever. So, you thinkin' about gettin' a face lift? For your, how do I put this delicately.....turkey waddle or what?

Blanche: My great-granddaddy always said, there are two things you never sell to a friend - a car and a slave - because if either one of 'em quits workin' you'll never hear the end of it. Of course, they hanged my great-granddaddy. He said a lot of things he shouldn't have.

Blanche: My whole life is an open book.
Sophia: Your whole life is an open blouse!

Blanche: Nobody ever believes me when I'm telling the truth. I guess it's the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.
Dorothy: Oh, please!
Blanche: The only other woman who could possibly understand what I've been through is Priscilla Presley. And Susan Anton. [beat] No, not Susan Anton.

Blanche: Oh girls, I am devastated, just devastated.
Dorothy: What happened?
Blanche: I asked my teacher for help like you all told me to. He said the only way I would get an A on his final is if I sleep with him.
Rose: No!
Blanche: Oh yes. I just don't know what to do!
Sophia: Get it in writing!

Blanche: Oh, we've practiced enough! Every morning before work, every evening after work... all I ever wanted was to look cute in my bowling outfit.

Blanche: Oh, you don't have to worry about me, honey, I never get sick. I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.
Sophia: Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.

Blanche: Rose, what I didn't tell you was... when I was five, Mamma enrolled me in a tap-dancing class. For six months we practiced. One hour a day, two days a week. And I was good. I was cute, and I was good. Real good. Then finally, it came time for the night of the recital. And there were thirteen little girls up there with our little Shirley Temple curls, and our little starched white pinafores, and our little Mary Jane shoes. Then they opened the curtain and the music started and twelve little girls started to dance. And one little girl wet her pants. That girl in the puddle was me. [laughs] I have never told that to another living soul, Rose. You see, I thought I had overcome my fear, honey, but I just haven't and performing is a nightmare for me.
Rose: [sternly] Hey, we've all got our sad stories. Look, Blanche, we've practiced for six weeks, we've paid for our costumes, we told everybody we'd be there, now you're not going to wimp out on me. You're going to go to that recital. And if you end up in a puddle tonight, well, you'd just better break in to Singin' in the Rain!

Blanche: She's dying.
Dorothy: What?
Blanche: My sister's dying.
Rose: [entering] What?
Sophia: Dying, she's dying.
Rose: [assuming Blanche is dying] Oh my God, Blanche! I didn't even know you were sick.

Blanche: Sophia, where're you going?
Sophia: To my room.
Rose: But you can't, it could be dangerous!
Sophia: Please, I'm 80! Bathtubs are dangerous!

Blanche: The last time a friend's sweetheart made a pass at me, I lost my friend and her beau.
Rose: And her beau?
Blanche: That's right, Anderbeau Johnson. Clyde Whitehead, Anderbeau's beau, decided he wanted to see my cheerleader sweater from the inside. So when I told Anderbeau, she blamed the whole thing on me, and then Clyde would never speak to me again for telling! I lost Anderbeau and her beau! Now you understand why I can't tell Dorothy?
Rose: I don't even understand who Anderbobo is.

Blanche: We cannot have a baby in the house! My sister's coming.
Dorothy: Does she eat them?

Blanche: We're going to New York for the honeymoon. I just hope I don't get murdered.

Blanche: Well, I am stunned. Just stunned. Stunned is the only way to describe how...stunned I am!
Dorothy: Just a minute, just a minute, Blanche. Are you trying to tell us that you are stunned?

Blanche: Well, I certainly didn't wait for my wedding night, honey. I couldn't - I had these urges. You know, in the South, we mature faster. I think it's the heat.
Dorothy: I think it's the gin.