[Mama has just discovered Vint and Naomi are getting married.]
Fran: Well, look on the bright side, Thelma. You're not losing a son. I'm gaining a bathroom!
Mama: Not yet, you ain't. I'm thinking that's where I oughta' hold THIS weddin'!
Mama: Why can't they get along?
Fran: Because they hate each other.
Mama: Well, that's no excuse! It never stopped any of the rest of us!
Mama: Let's just not talk about my husband, Lord rest his soul. The poor man's dead and gone, and that's exactly the way I want to remember him.
Vint: Mama, can I talk to you?
Mama: Well, yes, grab a towel and help with the dishes.
Vint: No, Mama, I can't think and dry dishes.
Mama: Well, how do you know? You've never really tried either.
Vint: Now, Mama, just explain to us what happened.
Mama: There is a strange woman lying in my grave right smack up against my husband!
Fran: Thelma, you're just being ridiculous. Carl Harper couldn't get a woman while he was alive! What makes you think he could get one now?
Naomi: Wait a minute now, I've told you repeatedly that this check stand is ten items or less.
Mama: Well, I know that, but look--I got bread, milk, fruit, meat and vegetables. That's five items.
Naomi: I know, but you got six kinds of vegetables here, and each one counts as an item.
Mama: Well I've also got a loaf of bread--you gonna count every slice?
Naomi: The point is, this is the express lane.
Mama: Well quit expressing yourself and start checking!
Vint: How dumb do you think we are?
Ellen: I may need a chalkboard to answer that question.
Eunice: Naomi you twit, this is powdered sugar!
Naomi: Was I supposed to get the liquid?!
Naomi: Is he an obstetrician?
Mama: Shoot, no, he's better than that. He's a baby doctor.
Sonja: You sure you don't want to come?
Mama: I ain't in any mood to have fun. I'll just stay home with Frannie.
Vint: You never could throw anything out, no matter how useless it is.
Mama: It's a lucky thing for you!
Naomi: And just what is wrong with the way I dress?
Mama: Well, good Lord! If that blouse was any lower, it would be a skirt!
Mama: I only drove one time in my life. In 1946. I started out with a sedan and came home with a convertible!
Naomi: Oh, Miss Harper, you know what they say. "If you fall off a horse, you're supposed to climb right back up on it again."
Ellen: Spoken like a women with saddle sores!
Mama: I got me a thousand bucks saved up in mad money.
Fran: Mad money?
Mama: Yeah, you know in case I ever went mad, you'd all have enough money to put me in a home.
Naomi: You made me look like an imbecile in front of everybody at Food Circus
Mama: Whatever you look like, you looked like before I came.
Naomi: Don't you think this family has a right to know how Frannie died?
Mama: Well, I most certainly do. It was natural causes.
Vint: What does that mean?
Mama: It means she wasn't murdered or beamed up by martians. Subject closed.
Vint: You look pertty, Mama.
Mama: Well, thank you, baby. This is the same dress I buried your Daddy in.
Vint: Gee, I always thought he was wearin' a suit.
Iola: Hello, Bubba. What are you reading?
Bubba: It's about the Civil War.
Iola: Ah, the Civil War. 'A house divided shall not stand.'
Bubba: I always thought a house divided was a duplex.
Mama: Doctor Kelly says that Effie needs to start exercising. She hasn't kept herself in shape like I have.
Naomi: Well, you're no Jane Fonda, yourself.
Mama: Your idea of a workout includes a man, a bed, and a cigarette afterwards!
Naomi: That is a total lie! I've never even smoked a cigarette in my life!
Naomi: I don't know Miss Harper. At work, I never use half the things I learned in school.
Mama: That's because half the stuff you learned in school, you learned in the back of a pickup.
Mama: I'd be uncomfortable, too, if I were dressed in that get-up.
Naomi: Just what is wrong with my attire? I've always found this outfit very suitable for religious occasions.
Mama: That's 'cause you got to pray to God it stays up!
Vint (to Mama): Now hold on! I resent that lack of intelligence crack. I think Naomi's as bright as a button.
Naomi: You do?
Vint: Sure! Compared to me.
Naomi: Oh, you just love to put people down, don't you, Miss Harper?
Mama: It is not only a pleasure, I see it as my duty!
Naomi: You don't think that I can do anything!
Mama: Nothing decent people would pay to see!
Vernette: I did have a blind date once. It lasted about a minute. We were backing out of the driveway and he remembered that his car had been recalled.
Iola (about Naomi): Vint, are you sure she's alright?
Vint: Yeah. They took X-rays of her brain. They didn't find anything.
Bubba: Grandma, you've got to help me study for my American History test.
Mama: I don't know anything about American history.
Vint: Sure you do, you've lived through most of it!
Mama (to Iola): Don't talk about my figure. I've changed tires that aren't as flat as you.
Bubba: I've got all these facts on James A. Ray, but not one word on how he died. I'm gonna check the morgue.
Vint: I don't think they keep the bodies for more than a day or two.
Bubba: No, no, the newspaper morgue.
Vinton: It didn't go so bad, Skeeter. All the guys were lining up to get to your food.
Bubba: They were lining up to get to the bathroom. The potato salad went bad.
Naomi: I can't understand what happened. It tasted perfectly fine when I put it in the car yesterday.
[Mama fell while leaving the bank after she had been turned down for a loan.]
Naomi: Talk about adding insult to injury.
Vint: Technically, it would be adding injury to insult, Skeeter. You see, the injury happened after she was insulted. Now, if she had fallen and then been turned down, that would be adding insult to injury.
Mama: Vinton, how would you like to be injured *and* insulted?
Mama: Hold it, tuts, don't book your flying carpet yet. You have not been invited.
Naomi: What are you talking about? My husband won the tickets. Who else is he going to invite?
Mama: Me! It's a Mother's Day dinner. When it's Bimbo's Day, you can go!
Bubba: I was learning how to use the school camera. I have to make a video for my Sociology class.
Mama: It better not be one of those trashy music videos with a bunch of misfits in spandex gyrating in the fog.