Shelby: My colors are blush and bashful. I have chosen two shades of pink, one is much deeper than the other. M'Lynn: Oh, how precious is this wedding going to get, I ask you?
Truvy: What are your colors, Shelby?
M'Lynn: I find it amusing. Men are supposed to be made out of steel or something. I just sat there. I just held Shelby's hand. There was no noise, no tremble, just peace. Oh god. I realize as a woman how lucky I am.
Shelby: When it's all said and done there will be a little piece of immortality with Jackson's good looks and my sense of style, I hope. Please, please I need your support.
M'Lynn: Shelby, as you know, wouldn't want us to get mired down and wallow in this. We should handle it the best way we know how and get on with it. That's what my mind says.
Ouiser: Don't try to get on my good side, Truvy.
Shelby: You can't screw up [Mama's] hair.
Clairee: M'Lynn, you just missed the chance of a lifetime!
Truvy: [about Annelle] Maybe she's praying for Marshall and Drew and Belle. Maybe she's praying for us because we're gossiping. Maybe she's praying because the elastic is shot in her pantyhose!
M'Lynn: Oh Ouiser, Drum would NEVER point a gun at a lady! Ouiser: Oh! He's a real gentleman!
Truvy: I don't like her. I don't trust anyone who does their own hair.
Clairee: And I can also report that a mysterious car is parked in her driveway at least once a week... Ouiser: There. My secret is out.
Clairee: The older you get, the sillier you get.
Clairee: Ouiser, you sound almost chipper. What happened today?
Clairee: Ouiser, I'd recognize this penmanship anywhere.
Truvy: You are playin' hard to get!
Clairee: Oh like she cares. Ousier's never done a religious thing in her life. Ouiser: Now that is not true.
Ouiser: You are evil, and you must be destroyed.
Ouiser: My God, you look different.
Clairee: Janice Van Meter got hit with a baseball. It was fabulous. Truvy: Was she hurt? Clairee: I doubt it.
Ouiser: I am just about at the end of my rope with you. Drum: Well, then....
Truvy: I kind of like hiring somebody with a past. Clairee: She can't be more than eighteen. She hasn't had time to have a past. Truvy: Oh get with it, Clairee. This is the eighties.
Clairee: All gay men have track lightin'.
Shelby: Truvy, you know what you need in here? You need a radio, takes the pressure off of everyone feeling they have to talk so much. Truvy: I had one once, but I threw it up against the wall when I couldn't figure out where the batteries went.
Ouiser: I'm not crazy.
Ouiser: Don't you expect me to come to one of your churches or one of those tent-revivals with all those Bible-beaters doin' God-only-knows-what! They'd probably make me eat a live chicken!
Clairee: Ouiser could never stay mad at me.
Truvy: Oh sweetheart, don't. Please don't cry or I will too.
Ouiser: I do not see plays, because I can nap at home for free. And I don't see movies 'cause they're trash, and they got nothin' but naked people in 'em!
M'Lynn: I don't think I can take this! I just wanna hit somebody 'til they feel as bad as I do! I just wanna hit something! I wanna hit it hard! Clairee: Here! [grabs Ouiser by the shoulder]
Clairee: Anne Boleyn had six fingers. Ouiser: Who's Anne Berlin? Clairee: Anne Boleyn. She was one of the six wives of Henry VIII. Ouiser: I never watch public television. Clairee: She had six fingers.