(Looks at a dog laying down on the couch)
Dorothy: Ma, did you have a sardine sandwich again?
Blanche: Why is there a big hairy beast in my house?
Sophia: My guess is because he bought you dinner.
Holly: She's fiesty, zesty, and full of of old world charm, Sophia.
Sophia: She's mopey, dopey and full of crap, this must be Rose's sister.
Sophia: I can't remember what happened last night must less the last three days. I just hope I am not carrying Steve Garvey's baby.
Rose: My sister's in town on business. She's a world renown flautist.
Dorothy: Oh, she plays the flute.
Rose: No, Dorothy, she plays the flaut. It looks like a tuba except there's hair on the bottom. Of course she plays the flute!
Gary: Rose, I find you very attractive. More attractive than most women I come into contact with.
Rose: Aren't most of the women you come in to contact with dead?
Sophia: Uncle Carlos once said "honesty is the best policy". Of course, Uncle Carlos also died a pennyless drunk.
Sophia: Hold on Rose, I also need some advice.
Rose: You need advice...from me?
Sophia: Yeah I know, frightening isn't it?