Burt: These your roommates?

Sophia: Yeah

Burt: Which one’s the slut?

Blanche, Dorothy, Rose: I am!

Blanche: We’re gonna see Burt after all!

Sophia: Which one of you isn’t going?

Blanche: Well… I’m the one who won the tickets.

Dorothy: It’s my mom who’s bailing us out.

Rose: I lost Butter Queen. Haven’t I suffered enough?

Dorothy: So what was this great disappointment in your life?

Rose: Butter. I wanted to be Butter Queen.

Blanche: Aw, yeah. What an actress.

Blanche: She was so good in Gone With the Wind.

Blanche: I wanted to be Miss Olivia de Havilland myself.

Dorothy: Blanche, are you even listening?

Blanche: Bits and pieces.

Rose: Well, Butter Queen was our town’s highest honor.

Blanche: You think I’m happy about missing Burt Reynolds…

Blanche: …or about being locked up with this gutter trash?

Prostitute: What did you just say?

Blanche: Oh… what cute earrings.

Blanche: We are totally innocent. We’re just three helpless females…

Blanche: …desperately in need of a big strong strapping man like yourself.

[the police officer turns around, revealing herself to be female]

Blanche: Ooh, what cute earrings.

Policeman: Everybody is under arrest. It’s a raid.

Blanche: I cannot believe it. Arrested.

Blanche: Girls, you see that man over there staring at me?

Blanche: He’s undressing me with his eyes.

Rose: Do you wanna move tables?

Blanche: Not yet, he’s only half done.

Blanche: I cannot believe this. All that manliness in one crowded room.

Blanche: Hot crowded room. Everybody’s steamy bodies all pressed…

Dorothy: Blanche, Blanche, Blanche.

Dorothy: Relax. You’ll set off the smoke detector.

Dorothy: Blanche! You and Nixon?

Blanche: Nixon? Yuck!

Blanche: No.

Blanche: I can’t even picture Nixon naked.

Blanche: He must look like one of those little dress-up dolls.

Blanche: Little mounds of plastic to indicate where things oughta be.

Sophia: You all go schmooze with Burt and his buddies.

Sophia: I’ll stay here and hack myself unconscious.

Blanche: That’s being a good sport.