Daily Golden Girls: 05/31/12
Rose: I never do very much with my eyebrows.
Blanche: That’s why from the nose up, you look like Wilford Brimley.
Thank you for being a friend.
Rose: I never do very much with my eyebrows.
Blanche: That’s why from the nose up, you look like Wilford Brimley.
Blanche: I once was told I bore a striking resemblence to Miss Cheryl Ladd … although my bosoms are perkier!
Dorothy: Not even if you were hanging upside-down on a trapeze!
Madame Zelda: Was a young woman in a nurse’s uniform murdered in this house with a handsaw?
Blanche: Heavens, no!
Madame Zelda: Are you sure? I’m getting a strong vibration. I see a woman in a white uniform, writhing and screaming. And there’s a man kneeling over her.
Blanche: Well, if it was last Wednesday, that was me and the gentleman I’m currently dating. But that was a French maid’s uniform.
Blanche: You really think selling candy is going to qualify you for that prestigious award?
Dorothy: Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize that slipping my tongue to half the firemen in the county was the more lofty social achievement!
Rose: Dorothy, if the Egyptians built the pyramids, now we can move this toilet.
Dorothy: Fine, get me 20,000 Hebrews and I’ll have it out of here in no time.
Sophia: [to Rose] There’s a man in your bed.
Rose: …Sophia, there’s not!
Blanche: [to Rose] Why, you devil, you!
Dorothy: So that was what we heard! Rose!
Blanche: Rose got lucky!
Sophia: Not so lucky. The man in your bed is dead.
Blanche: He was looking for a mother, not a lover. It was humiliating.
Rose: I think it’s sweet.
Blanche: You would, Betty Crocker.
Sophia: [to Dorothy] I can’t believe you’re denying your own mother.
Rose: Denying her what?
Dorothy: Springsteen tickets Rose.
[Blanche sees herself in a mirror lying down]
Blanche: I’m going to have to meet men lying down.
Sophia: I thought you did.
[After Sophia slaps David for mouthing off]
Blanche: Is that all you Italians know how to do, scream and hit?
Sophia: No, we also know how to make love and sing opera!