At the end, when Sylvia hands the toilet paper to Glenn Close, there is already a roll of toilet paper visible in the stall.
Sylvia: Darling you remember your prom night when you came home with your dress all disheveled and your bra sticking out of your purse?
Sylvia: Let's hope history repeats itself!
Sylvia: Ma, what are you doing wearing pants to a formal affair?
Yetta: This isn't a gown? (Looks down) Oh. And here I thought I was looking sexy with this high slit.
Fran: Every since me and Mr. Sheffield started heating things up, we haven't had a moment alone.
Sylvia: Just tell anyone who bothers you, go away. Leave us alone. We want privacy.
Fran: Go away. Leave us alone. We want privacy.
Yetta: (from the bathroom stall) What?!
Fran: When are you coming out of there?
Yetta: I can't decide whether to vote for Nixon or Kennedy!
Maxwell: Oh, Niles, do you think that Ms. Babcock's upset that I asked Nanny Fine out on a date?
Niles: Oh, no sir.
Maxwell: Well, I'd hate for her to think that I didn't like her.
Niles: (innocently) Oh, wherever would she get that idea?
Maxwell: Oh, I don't know. Maybe from SOME BIG FAT BUTLER SCREAMING IT IN HER FACE!
(Niles clutches his heart, takes something out from his pocket, and puts it in his mouth)
Maxwell: Oh stop it, I know those are Tic-Tacs!
Fran: (jumping on a bed with Val) Val, it's our first date!
Val: Oh, Fran, this is so exciting!
Fran: OK, OK... We got to calm down. I mean, I'm not 16 anymore. But isn't he a babe?!
C.C: I just don't understand why Maxwell would ask Nanny Fine on a date! I should be going to Elton John's dinner, not her. I am the one with sophistication! I am the one with savvy! Why would he pick her over me?
Niles: (screaming) He doesn't like you!
C.C: (in tears) Why?! What am I doing wrong?
Niles: Well, for one thing, you've known him for 25 years or half your life and you don't even know the names of his children.
Maxwell: You are the "yoo-hoo" lady?!