Rose: That was the case with Olli Stettlenmeier and Molly-Jane Doe.
Blanche: Ollie and Molly? Must we take yet another trip to Petticoat Junction?
Margaret: You’re father’s told me so much about you!
Blanche: I wish I could say the same!
Dorothy: Margaret, please, sit down.
Blanche: We ought to get her a booster seat!
Dorothy: Er, can I get you a drink?
Blanche: Chocolate milk?
Blanche: Hello, I’m Blanche Devereaux.
Dorothy: Blanche, this is, er… I’d like you to meet, er… say hello to Big Mommy.
Blanche: Come on. Sit down here on the sofa betwixt us.
Rose: Another word you don’t know! I’ll bet you didn’t even know the thrice of them were sitting on the couch together.
Blanche: This is the last drop of that perfume Big Daddy gave me on my 21st. That was 20 years ago!
Rose: Ooh, Blanche! If your 21st birthday was then, you’d only be 41.
Blanche: That’s right.
Rose: You look terrible for your age.
Blanche: Here! Rose, Dorothy, here, smell me.
Dorothy: I only do that with the milk, Blanche. You know the rules.
Blanche: How can you say I look younger and more beautiful over the telephone? No, it’s true, I just wondered how you knew over the telephone.
Blanche: I always wanted to write a song. It’s like writing poetry, which I was never any good at. Only the tall girls who couldn’t get dates wrote poetry!
Rose: Why were you listening at the door?
Sophia: Because I’m not tall enough to see through the window.
[Dorothy and Blanche pop up from under the windowsill]