Dorothy: Will you be able to pretend to be surprised at that banquet?

Blanche: Of course, I’ve pretended to be a virgin enough times.

Blanche: Words cannot begin to east the pain I’ve inflicted on you. But I want to make it up to you. I want to give ou something personal, something from the heart. The most beautiful thing I own, to the most beautiful person I know. I guess that would be my emerald earrings. I’m sure as hell not gonna give you those.

Sophia: Gin. [laughs] Aren’t you gonna get mad?

Dorothy: No. Want to play again?

Sophia: Nah. If you don’t get mad, it’s no fun.

Blanche: You no-good, back-stabbing jezebel. I demand you show me that paper.

Dorothy: I’m sorry, flattery won’t work.

Blanche: [mimics] Be happy to, Mr. Allen. My, my, aren’t we licking boots a little early?

Dorothy: I had a light breakfast.

Rose: Girls, this little fella better stick around for a while.

Dorothy: Get rid of him.

Rose: He’s ill.

Blanche: Who cares?

Rose: [deep voice] Don’t explain, Rose. I’ve lived with bitches myself.

Dorothy: I did not steal your banquet. Mr. Allen assigned it to me.

Blanche: Why? Why give it to you and not to me? I’ve been working there for five years. I’m the one who’s been wearing low-cut blouses and picking up pencils off the floor. I’m the one he always gropes at the Christmas party.

Blanche: I wasn’t going to mention this, but I won’t be able to sleep until I do. You have backed me into a corner. When that happens, I come out fighting like a wild cat. Unless I’m drunk. Then I slide down the wall and make passionate love on the carpet.

Dorothy: You couldn’t sleep either, huh?

Blanche: No, I guess it’s the knife in my back.

Dorothy: Get me a doggie bone.

Rose: I don’t know. I don’t think you deserve one.