Dorothy: Harry am I going to die?
Dr. Harry Weston: I'm afraid so.
Dorothy: Do you really think so?
Dr. Harry Weston: Sooner or later I guarantee it, unless the Japanese come up with something.
Dr. Harry Weston: Doctors! Look at how they write! I can't read this and I just wrote it.
Sophia: Fine give them egg yolks, they won't need a home anymore, they'll die of heart attacks. You're hearts in the right place but I don't know where the hell your brain is.
Blanche: What day is this? I have been up for 72 hours. I have done the impossible. I have created a new form of writing!
(Picks up bag of egg yolks)
Blanche: My God I am hallucinating! I see little balls of sunshine in a bag!
(To Dorothy regarding Rose)
Blanche: I am so tired I can't even understand people anymore. Dorothy, what did she just say? Was that a poem?
Blanche: Rose I can trust you, you're from Minnisota. Always very honest and kind. Of course what can you possibly find to lie about on a farm. Lots of lakes and lots of pale people... I'd drown myself.
Blanche: Doesn't make sense? Who made you a literary critic Rose Nylund? What could you have possibly read on a farm, Silus Marner? Huck Finn? You know nothing!
(To Dr. Chang)
Sophia: The man's a genius. By the way I love flower drum song!
Dr. Chang: Well if there are no more questions...
Sophia: I have a question!
Dr. Chang: Of course, Mrs. Petrillo
Sophia: When I order at Fung Chao's and say no MSG, do they really put it in anyway?
Sophia: The man's a genius, all of you people are. They invented pasta you know. We take credit for it but we just added oregano.
Waiter: Well what are we celebrating?
Sophia: We found out my daughter has a debilitating disease.
Blanche: This is best champaign I have ever tasted.
Rose: It should be, it was $430 a bottle.
Dorothy: Rose, I can't afford that!
Blanche: Well you did say the best.