[about Stan] It means that ever since he made a fortune on that baked potato opener, he's been coming onto you like Gang Busters and I don't like it. Not that I've ever actually seen Gang Busters. But I did see Ghostbusters, I didn't like that either. I mean, they couldn't give the black guy one funny line? And how about that sequel!
S6 E7Zborn Again
I'm sorry, but I refuse to believe you have ever read a scientific journal.
[getting up to leave the kitchen] Believe what you want. See if I care. [muttering while opening the door] Hypersexual bitch. [Dorothy looks taken by surprise and Blanche awkwardly swallows her drink. Both look in the door's direction.]
Blanche, I need to talk to you privately.
Okay.
There's this person, someone I've known for quite a while, and lately there seems to be this attraction developing. An attraction I've been trying to deny-- Blanche, what are you doing?
[Blanche immediately gets up out of her chair and backs away in horror]
It's a curse. My beauty's always been a curse. I'm sorry, Dorothy, but like the fatal blossom of the graceful jimson weed, I entice with my fragrance but can provide no succor.
I'm talking about Stanley, you idiot!
Get outta here! Stan has the hots for me?
For me, not you, fatal blossom, for me.
S6 E8How Do You Solve a Problem Like Sophia?
Ma, you actually went to a convent? Why didn't I know that?
Because you're divorced. Technically, in the eyes of the Church, you don't even exist! I spit on you! Unless Sister would like to spit on you first.
I'm her daughter, Dorothy. You'll have to excuse my mother. She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which rendered her totally annoying.
Can you believe what we just heard.
I can't believe anybody would want to be a nun. I mean, "NUN", the word says it.
Well Dorothy I bet you love your mother very much.
Well that all depends, what has she done?
I think life here is too structured for her.
I don't follow.
Your mother is an old stubborn pack mule of a woman who won't follow the rules!
Now I'm with you.
S6 E9Mrs. George Devereaux
[turns around, seductive] Hello... Oh my God, no! [runs around the table and hides behind Dorothy]
All right, so he's not a 10!
Blanche, honey, please!
Oh my God, what in hell? Why do you look like that? I don't believe this!
Blanche! Blanche! Who is this?
If I didn't know better, I would say my dead husband George! [runs out of the restaurant]
George, we've heard so much about you! [extends hand]
[after hearing Blanche's problem] Excuse me, I've had some experience with marital discord myself.
Sonny Bono, get off my lanai!
How many gold records do you have?
None. I was never married.
[about Blanche's chance to see her living husband] Tell him you love him. Tell you hate him, I don't care! Just see him before he leaves. Do it for yourself. Do it for all of us who wish we had the chance.
Y'know, usually I feel so empty when I realize George isn't here, but this time it's different.
How?
Well, I don't know. The dream was diff- oh, wait. [smiles] I got to hug him. [gasps] You know how I always wake up before I get to hug George? This time I didn't.
Oh Blanche, that's wonderful!
It was wonderful, Rose.
Goodnight, George.
S6 E10Girls Just Wanna Have Fun...Before They Die
I...I love you. [waits for response; Tony doesn't respond] I said...I love you.
Thank you.
And you?
I care for you.
You care for me?
Yes, very much. I probably should've said that sooner. Oh well, let's get some sleep. [turns off light, Sophia hits him until he turns it back on]
What?
You care for me? You care for a cat or a dog, or a goat. But I tell you I love you and you tell me you care for me? [gets out of bed]
Now, Sophia, I--I care for you very much.
I'm going home, don't bother driving me.
Now Sophia, can't we talk?
Don't even say my name. I reached out for you. If you didn't love me, how the hell could you make love to me?! I never want to see or hear from you again! [storms out of Tony's apartment]
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