- Blanche Devereaux: [Sophia has gone missing, and the Girls are on edge] Oh, girls, let's not be mean to each other. That won't solve anything.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: Well, there wouldn't be anything to solve if you had let me take Ma home, like I wanted to.
- Blanche Devereaux: Since when is this my fault?
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: Since you started forcing my mother to do hard labor.
- Blanche Devereaux: [deeply offended] I don't believe you said that. Oh, f I weren't a lady, I'd deck you.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: You try it, I'll have you on your back so fast, you'll think you're out on a date.
- Blanche Devereaux: [Sophia goes missing after the Girls disagree as to where she should live] Oh, Dorothy, any luck finding Sophia?
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: No, and I went to all her usual hangouts in the mall.
- Blanche Devereaux: Did you try that geriatric shoe store she likes to hang out at? What's the name of it...
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: Oh, Still Kicking? Haven't seen her since last week.
- Chuy Castillos: Did you try the police?
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: Yes, but they told me not to expect much, because her description fits half the women in Miami. And a quarter of the men.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: You hit me.
- Rose Nylund: I'm sorry, but you deserved it.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: You hit me.
- [now in tears]
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: Why did you hit me?
- Blanche Devereaux: I feel like hitting you too.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: You do?
- Blanche Devereaux: Ever since you left, I've been mad at you. You just deserted us and that hurt! You broke up our family.
- Rose Nylund: You left us out here all alone. For 7 years, we turned to you for everything and then, one day, you're just gone.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: Well, what about you? I wasn't out that house 2 months before you bought this hotel. Did you ever once ask for my help? No. You just went out and did it. I thought you didn't need me anymore.
- Blanche Devereaux: [in tears] We didn't want to bother you.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: Bother me? How could you bother me? You're my two best friends.
- Rose Nylund: We are?
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: You are!
- Blanche Devereaux: Oh, I'm sorry.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth, Rose Nylund, Blanche Devereaux: [Embracing each other] I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Dorothy Hollingsworth: And Rose. You hit me once more and you won't live long enough to hear me say "Ow."
- Rose Nylund: Oh, God. I've missed you.