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.