Estelle Getty died this morning. Her breakout role, after forty years of struggling, was the ever-wise grand matriarch Sophia Petrillo from The Golden Girls.  I love that show and watch it every chance I can catch it on the television.  After a little internet search, I came across some of her famous witty comments.  Here you go.

[Dorothy and Sophia come home after Sophia's best friend's funeral]
Sophia: Well, I guess Phyllis Glutman will be my new best friend.
Dorothy: I thought you hated Phyllis Glutman.
Sophia: I do, but at the rate my friends are going, I won’t have to spend too much time with her.

Blanche: Mel makes me feel young and beautiful and special. When we’re together we laugh a lot.
Sophia: Why wouldn’t you, you’re both naked.

Rose [about a colleague at work]: I know if he got to know me he’d like me.
Sophia: Why, I got to know you and I don’t like you.
Rose: You just say that.
Sophia: Repeatedly.

Rose [on St. Olaf]: Ned was sort of the town idiot.
Sophia: When, on your days off?

Rose [entering cheerfully]: Sooo, who’s the luckiest girl in the history of the world!
Sophia: Well, it wasn’t your mother.

Sophia: Blanche, a terrible thing has happened to you. But when life does something like this, there are a couple of things you got to remember. You got your health, right?
Blanche: Yeah.
Sophia: You can still walk, can’t you?
Blanche: That’s true.
Sophia: Great, go get me a glass of water.

Blanche: I don’t really mind Clayton being homosexual, I just don’t like him dating men.
Dorothy: You really haven’t grasped the concept of this gay thing yet, have you?
Blanche: There must be homosexuals who date women.
Sophia: Yeah, they’re called lesbians.

Dorothy: Why can’t you sleep on the couch and give Clayton and Doug your room?
Blanche: Are you crazy, what will the neighbours think if they see two men in my bedroom?
Sophia: They’ll think it’s Tuesday.

Blanche: Dorothy, do you think I’m dressed okay for the dog races?
Sophia: That depends – are you competing?

Dorothy: Stanley, what possessed you?
Stan: I love that car. All the memories we have in that car. The cruising, the drive-ins, the roadtrips…
Sophia: And don’t forget the accident you had in that car.
Stan: What accident?
Sophia: I’ll give you a hint: it costs me ten bucks every Christmas, and still calls me grandma