Burt: These your roommates?

Sophia: Yeah

Burt: Which one’s the slut?

Blanche, Dorothy, Rose: I am!

Burt: Sophia around?

Sophia: Oh, hi, Burt.

Burt: How about a little lunch?

Sophia: How about a big lunch?

Blanche: You’re Mr. Burt Reynolds.

Burt: I hope so, otherwise I got the wrong underwear on.

Rose: [on inspiring Meg to quit prostitution, and moving back home] What was it I said?

Meg: Nothing.

Meg: I didn’t wanna be your age and still be in the business.

Rose: I’ve never felt so good…

Rose: …and so cheap in my whole life.

Sophia: Jealousy is a very ugly thing, Dorothy.

Sophia: And so are you in anything backless.

Dorothy: We’re not jealous, Ma. We are angry. You left us in jail.

Sophia: I sent bail money. You were out an hour later.

Sophia: That was about the time I was nibbling a giant shrimp out of Jerry Reed’s hand.

Police Officer: Where are your roommates, Mrs. Petrillo?

Sophia: They’re not here.

Dorothy: Ma!

Sophia: Don’t “Ma” me, you cheap floozy.

Dorothy: Ma, you would do this to your own flesh and blood?

Sophia: You’ll get over it. If you don’t, who cares? I’m off to see Burt Reynolds!

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?

Rose: Sophia, did you come to bail us out?

Dorothy: No, Rose, she’s dropping off a manicotti with a file in it.

Blanche: Sophia, we’re innocent.

Sophia: I know. How can these cops think anyone would pay to sleep with you?

Rose: It was small consolation to find out, years later…

Rose: …there had been churn-tampering involved.