Truvy: What are your colors, Shelby?
Shelby: My colors are "blush" and "bashful."
M'Lynn: Her colors are "pink" and pink."
Shelby: My colors are "blush" and "bashful" Mama!
M'Lynn: How pretentious is this weddin' gonna get, I ask you?

Annelle: Miss Truvy, I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair.
Truvy: I don't like her. I don't trust anyone who does their own hair. I don't think it's natural.
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. I know now I was suffering from pre-menstrual syndrome.

Shelby: [to Annelle] Relax! You can't screw up her hair. Just tease it and make it look like a brown football helmet.

M'Lynn: Oh my God Shelby was right, [her] hair *does* look like a brown football helmet!



Clairee Belcher: Well, you know what they say: if you don't have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me!

I always thought Ouiser was spelled Wheezer!
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