Let's be the Golden Girls!

I'm the repetitive gags and not-so-subtle moralizing.

I'm Estelle's cue cards.

I'm Rose's boring St. Olaf stories.

I'm the DL obsession.

I'm the kitchen table that in any normal home we would all sit at. Because of the fourth wall, one of the girls is always sitting away from me. This makes me sad.

OP is a huge turd just flushed out of well used Blanche's slutty rectum.

I’m the gay writer who is Sophia in his mind’s eye.

I’m the slice of cheese cake that the gals eat and feel oh so decadent.

I’m Sophia masturbating in bed as she hears Blanche’s old fart of a man slapping his hairy folds against hers.

I'm the Mortimer Club's bigoted policies that Barbara Thorndyke says are not hers!

Barbara Thorndyke is a thorny dyke!!!

Lol oldsters don't have sex or masturbate, come on lady.

I'm Blanche's libido.

I’m Blanche’s lubeddildo

I'll be the theme song "Thank You For Being A Friend" song by Cyntnia Fee.

I’m the dining room. Where am I?

You got booted with Coco R16.

I'm all the stolen social security cheques Sophia has secreted away. She never had a jib she paid tax on ye she feels entitled to USA money?

r18 = Boris

I'm the shared razor used to shave Dorothy's legs. And Sophia's moustache. And Rose's cha-cha.

I'm Dr. Budd. I WILL dismiss you.

I'm the four ensuite bedrooms, don't ask me how I am possible...

R22 My grandmother and her three siblings (all in their 70s/80s) built a four-garage, four bedroom-amd-bathroom house in NC. It was interesting. One kitchen, one dining room and a big living room. They had lights installed over the bedrooms that would light up when the phone rang so they could tell whose phone it was. They loved it but had trouble selling it when the time came.

R7 but really you mean Blanche. Because Blanche IS a gay man.

I'm Blanche's kitten heel mules, constantly slapping her heels in rhythm with the sound of my click clac against the tile floors as she moves from room to room.

I'm the inexplicable exclamation point on the front door. I'm in the wood pattern. Why am I here?

R23 That's cute they all lived together!

R26 That was installed so some of their gentleman callers who couldn't read could tell what house to call at. Or in the case of Sophia's dates, couldn't see.

I'm Sophia's old bamboo handbag, containing her lady pads and poppers

I'm the one episode where they had a peep hole in the front door.

I think they are ALL gay men.

R29 do you remember why that one episode called for a peep hole instead of them just opening the door?

I'm the wicker furniture that's absorbed thousands of noxious farts from these 4 "ladies" and their various guests. The worst offender was the old woman who looks like a gecko. She sharted often.

I'm Stan's floppy toupee.

I'm Dorothy's athlete's food infection. What did she expect, wearing leather boots on these temperatures?

R26, Bea Arthur carved that in the door when they filmed the pilot for good luck in hopes of the show getting picked up.

I'm Mario Lopez hiding under Blanche's bed from ICE

I'm the "penis shaped" copper cake pan or something or other hanging on the wall to the right of the refrigerator.

I'm the sex toys in r35 's post.

I’m the whipped cream in Blanches bedroom.

I'm the Preparation H rubbed in to Sophia's smelly old arse.

I'm the back porch that was the lanai in the pilot but then just got abandoned because everyone likes the front lanai.

I'm the myth that R34 is perpetuating.

R36 That same cake pan was in the All in the Family kitchen!

I’m the Chronic Fatgue Syndrome that inconvenienced Dorothy for a single episode.

R43: 2 episodes! Get it right! And you call yourself a homosexual....

I am the Mercedes that Blanche pretended to own and tried to sell by posting an ad in the paper. She wanted to attract men to come for a "test drive." Ronnie Schell from Gomer Pyle stopped by!

[quote][R36] That same cake pan was in the All in the Family kitchen!

Did the Bunkers travel to Miami and buy it at the "Get It While It's Hot" erotic bakery?

I’m Eddie. There was no apostle named after me.

I'm the mix of musk, meat and sweat scent that drives women crazy

Cunt @R41 google it.

I'm the bitchy queens on GG threads.

I'm Rose's Flintstones vitamins that Sophia knocked down the sink.

I'm Blanche's gay brother, the hot Monte Markham.

I’m one of Blanche’s magazines with personals. People in my paper know what they want!

I’m a pepperoni that swims upstream.

Cunt R49, I don't have to Google it. The people who worked on the show dispelled that myth years ago.

It was a sheer coincidence, was not intended to be on the door and, as far as they were concerned, was not an exclamation point.

Do your research before calling someone a cunt.

r55 = Dorothy Z

I'm the lack of tampons in the ensuites

[quote]I'm Bea's animosity toward Betty.

Dumbass, that's real life not the show.

I am the teddy... The very masculine teddy... That they buried Phil in.

R59 you must be decomposed by now too.

Ah am Miss Angie Dickinson!

I'm Zulu, queen of the dwarf people.

I'm Dorothy's season 4 grey boots. I make a ton of guest appearances.

Those aren't cake pans, they're copper aspic or gelatin molds. The penis-shaped one is supposed to be a lobster, I think.

Lobster mold.

I’m still waiting for the Dumbo earring collection.

I'm still trying to figure out how a non-smoking Oriental woman could have a resemblance to Florence Henderson.

Holy cow, R64! A 30+ year mystery (to me, anyway) is solved!!

Thank you!

R67 because she liked Wesson Oil, Rose.

I'M Barbara Thorndyke!

I'm Bea Arthur's thick beercan cock.

I'm SO DARK THE WAVES ON BISCAYNE BAY.

I’m the prune danish that Freida Claxton ate.

I'm the regular drinking glass that Bea has to badly act and pretend is a dribble glass...cuz the producers were apparently too cheap to go out and buy a real one

I'm the scumbag Bea allegedly had hidden beneath her swathes of excess fabric.

I'm Blanche's beads - neck and anal.

I'm 'Mr' -- Blanche's way of referring to a particular attractive man, e.g., Mr Burt Reynolds or Mr John Forstythe.

I'm Rue's unfortunate poodle perm.

I'm the industrial alkaline Blanche uses to wash her bed-linen.

I'm Dorothy's fist-bite in the opening credits.

I’m the one tooth that Rise’s uncle would use to eat corn on the cob.

I'm the erratic finances, one week unable to afford a patch job, then off to yet another glitzy event.

I'm Dorothy's turquoise suit with the bow tie.

I'm Disney's Dumbo collection.

I’m Mildred’s lucky bowling hat.

I'm Becky's double denim outfit.

Can I be a Zbornie?

I'm r58.

Hi, it's me, Stan.

I'm the ugly kitchen decor.

I'm Rue McClanahan's nose job.

I'm Martin German, Mr. Watch Me Leap Over This Pahkin Metah

I’m Blanche’s original bedroom next to the lanai.

I'm Jeremy's fat jokes about Becky, which are unacceptable, unlike the fat jokes the rest of the cast keeps saying throughout the entire episode.

I’m the toilet paper used for Dorothy’s wedding dress.

I'm the ample supply of gay characters (unlike DESIGNING WOMEN which only had one to do an AIDS episode about).

I'm the minor thrill I get when we get to see a part of the house, usually bedroom, beyond the main lounge-kitchen set. I love trying to work out the floorplan.

I'm the shit...ake mushrooms eaten by Mrs Zbornak. A risque joke for a show of old ladies at the time, believe it or not.

I'm the cold caught by George Clooney.

I'm the abuse Dorothy faced at the hands of the other girls. Am I any worse than Becky and Jeremy?

I'm Blanche's fur stole.

I'm Martin Mull as the shut-in hippie.

i'm the press on warts

I’m the bottle of porcelana that Sofia’s sister used up.

I'm a guest star in a different role than the first time I was on the show. Some even appeared thrice.

I am the cast members that also showed up in The Thornbirds

I am the Welcome mat in front of Blanche’s bed.

I’m the old battleaxe who kicked Freida Claxton’s pine box coffin.

I'm the costume lady vainly attempting to wipe the doodie on my show after I innocently walked into Betty's dressing room to drop off her dress...

I'm the extra sand in Blanche's hourglass.

I’m the poor intern who had to clean the shit that Bea left on Betty’s dressing room floor.

I'm THE HOOOOOOOOOOOME.

[quote]I'm the cold caught by George Clooney.

I'm Sophia and nice touch, but I work alone!!!

I'm an intrauterine,

of whom Miami is cuter than...

I’m Sophia’s phone book booster seat.

I am stunned. Just stunned! I cannot begin to tell you how...stunned...I am.

I’m the straight men, ALL getting up and leaving the room as soon as the opening credits start to roll...

R110 lol

I'm the ropes used to tie up Sophia when they are robbed.

I'm a shattered Chinese vaahz.

I’m the Madonna concert they never would have gone to.

I am the many men, the many MANY men who cum into Blanche's life.

I’m Rose’s bitter buttter memories.

I'm Sophia's lemon at The Little Miss Brooklyn Pageant.

I'm the cream colored suit Don Johnson was going to wear to the fundraiser he bailed on.

I'm a little girl selling Girl Scout toilets.

I’m the 2 grey hairs in the cheesecake that Blanche had to throw out.

I'm Yvonne and this is it!

I'm Fernando the teddy bear, and I miss the ginger kid.

Rose's stupid stories all these years have me wanting to pull all my stuffing out and end it all, Blanche's parade of putzes depresses me, Sophia's using me now to muffle her farts instead of the couch pillows, and Dorothy rapes me every weekend with that giant beer can wide cock of hers!

I’m Howie Mandel. I fucked up Rue’s name at the Emmys so they kept writing jokes at my expense thereafter.

[Quote]Some even appeared thrice.

Thrice? Who the hell says 'thrice'?

I’m the chicken, playing the piano.

I’m Miami, Miami!

I’m the whore scared back to St. Olaf after seeing old Rose in the jail cell. Today, I live in a trailer with three grandbabies (the daughter died in 08 from an oxycontin OD—RIP, Krystal!), and we’re working to make America great again!!

I'm the countless marriage proposals these over-50 women keep getting.

I'm the Neutron Dance!

The Donatello Triplets do me even better than the Pointer Sisters!

I’m Mario Lopez’s father, naively thinking this guest appearance will he the highlight of his life in front of the camera.

I’m Mario Lopez’s mother, naively thinking this guest appearance will be the launchpad for a huge movie star’s career!

R124 apparently they had to retake that scene bc Bea could not stop laughing.

I'm the palette that Pablo Picasso showed Sofia how to hold without using his hands.

I’m the milk chocolate trothy that Rose won for St. Olaf Woman of the Year.

I’m Blanche’s fat daughter with the self-esteem so low I could never find the strength to tell Momma YOU’RE FAT, TOO, YA BIG OL’ HEIFER!!!

I’m the cue cards that Bea was reading off when she told the doctor off after finding out she had chronic fatigue syndrome.

I'm the cue cards Estelle read off each episode.

I’m the baked porato that Stanley hid Dorothy’s engagement ring in.

“I am the baked porato!”

R130 You should watch the series again. Especially the episodes where the girls sing.

I’m the ‘Pothead’ vanity license plate.

I'm the gay wedding caterer who says to Dorothy: "Now look here, Stretch."

I’m the Pope, the President, Burt Reynolds and all the other famous names who simply CANNOT visit Miami without seeing a lanai with their own eyes!

[quote]I’m the chicken, playing the piano.

I have a NAME, you dumb cluck!

I'm Dorothy's legs. The only time you ever see me uncovered is in the nudist resort episode.

I’m the crab that Dorothy smashes because the scrunched up face reminds her of Sophia. The crab guts spray Lucas.

Bless your heart, R145.

I cannot fathom where I possibly got that line from.

R152 here

Oh dear lord. R153 are you serious?

I'm the cheap ass set. When someone slams a door everything on the wall jiggles.

[quote]Rose's stupid stories all these years have me wanting to pull all my stuffing out and end it all, Blanche's parade of putzes depresses me, Sophia's using me now to muffle her farts instead of the couch pillows, and Dorothy rapes me every weekend with that giant beer can wide cock of hers!

For the win!

I'm Pee Wee, the midget (AKA "little person" today) Aunt Angela met and then found dead in her suitcase on her boat to America, which totally ruined the veal shank that was also in there.

I'm the World, uttering a huge sign of relief that Dorothy isn't interested in Dirty Dancing.

I'm "Grab that Dough."

I'm the violins during the opening credits.

[quote]I’m Mildred’s lucky bowling hat.

I'm also the thing that was visible through the peephole in the front door of the only episode containing a peephole.

I'm the five years of deliberate betrayal of trust that Dorothy has had to endure in her friendship with Blanche.

And speaking of The Mangiacavello Curse, who is the background guy dancing with the woman in the blue dress? I remember him being in lots of shows in the early Nineties. I think he played a paramedic in another episode of The Golden Girls. Or some other role where he was much more visible.

He looked a lot like J. Eddie Peck.

I'm Sicily, 1922.

I’m an older Jewish lady doing my best Italian impression.

Actually it's The Golden Shower Girls, but thanks for playing.

R164 ummmm...Nancy Walker?

Nancy Walker was not Jewish.

I’m the suit that Dorothy peed on 50 years ago when her real parents came to claim her.

I am the banana leaf wallpaper and matching comforter in Blanche's bedroom.

I'm Estelle Getty as 'Sophia' the most jewish acting Italian Catholic ever.

I’m the gloryhole in CoCos room.

I'm Bea Arthur (nee Frankel), a perfect fit to play her daughter.

I'm the house layout that doesn't make any sense.

I'm the partially-eaten pork chop, posing as a genuine Elvis artifact. I'm really a fake, because Elvis would never have left that much meat on me.

R167 well wrong she is. First of all, in case it wasn’t painfully obvious, but a good friend of mine, her grandparents lived across the street from her family in Elizabeth NJ. Both were Jewish. She told me the name of the street once - if you really want, I can ask her again.

R67 Nancy Walker most certainly was Jewish.

I'm Christi, Stan the stick man's second wife. I never got good sex from the stick man, despite the fact that I gave it.

I am a scarf and statement earrings combo.

We are summer clothes girls never wore in Miami heat.

I am in Connecticut for two days.

I'm dent left in the costume designer's car when Bea Arthur parked too close. I will avenged.

I'm the enviable bulge of Blanche's long lost son.

I'm the Queen Mother.

I'm Susan Harris. The show improved once I left.

I'm Rita Moreno's "Doroosheeee".

I'm Dorothy's two episode long battle with CFS.

I'm the queasy feeling one gets when they imagine what a house full of old women in Miami must have smelt like.

I'm Brenda Vacarro.

R187 especially wearing those winter clothes in Miami ask year long.

I'm the other two-dozen times this thread has been done.

I’m Enrrrrique Mas.

I'm Rose's punched up resume. I often think of that scene when I do my own punching up.

I'm the good old days when all the episodes were on YouTube.

I'm Dorothy's boots. You know the ones.

I am Miss Angie Dickinson, preparing to play a woman eating her way through the Iron Curtain.

I'm all the jewelry that gets worn AND shared around here. The Chanel earrings, the peach plastic hoop earrings, the midnight blue long teardrop shaped earrings. Even the bit part actresses share me!

I'm the almost 40 year old child of Dorothy. The one she had to get married because she was pregnant . I am ever seen or talked about...

I was the one in charge of continuity for the show. When I wasn't drunk I was doing hard drugs....

I'm the pencil used to punch up Rose's resumé.

I'm Posey McGlinn.

Has anyone already been the stunning brooch that Barbara Thorndyke got in Morocco while researching a novel?

I'm surprised r199 is still around!

Good for you! You're not #2 at all, you're #1 in my book!!

I'm the 2 or 3 episodes where it's obvious Betty White has a stiff neck and has to turn her whole body.

I'm Dorothy's dancing partner in the marathon who gets a charley horse that Dorothy yells at, "Shake it off, wimp!"

I’m the money Blanch was smart enough to marry.

I'm Big Mommy.

I'm Bea's John Wayne swagger!

R172 I’m Bethenny Frankel, Beatrice Frankel’s daughter from another mother, who is eager to be cast as the bitchy know it all in the Golden Girls Netflix reboot.

r175/r176 Evidence, please? There is absolutely NOTHING on Nancy's Wikipedia page about her being Jewish.

[quote]Walker was born in 1922 as Anna Myrtle Swoyer[1] in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the elder of two daughters of vaudevillian Dewey Barto (born Stewart Steven Swoyer; 1896-1973) and Myrtle Flemming Lawler (January 6, 1898 – January 2, 1931), a dancer. The couple wed in Manhattan in 1919.

I’m the biggest gift at the party you threw, with the card attached that says ‘Thank you for being a friend.’

I'm Bea Arthur's inability to find a good hairstyle.

I'm Rue's push up bra.

I'm Fritos and Bean Dip!

I'm the realization of how long Dorothy's tap solo was.

I'm the kid from that hamburger commercial who gets excited when he gets two for the price of one.

I stunk.

I’m the dude in a terrible blonde wig who did gymnastics in place of Betty White during the dance marathon.

I'm Sophia's response to Dorothy saying 'lanai': "Excuse me, Krystle Carrington".

I'm the cannon-shot herring in the tree.

I’m a mighty lousy pizza.

I'm the Datalounger hoping for Golden Girls renewal. Use Blanche's house again, have Rose in a wheelchair, bring in Coco permanently, and the surviving offspring of the original cast. Add the ghost of crossdressing Phil, bro of Dorothy.

I favor a reboot with: M as Dorothy, Sally Field as Rose, Susan Sarandon as Blanche, Cher as Sophia, and special guest star, G as Barbara Thorndyke.

They'd all fit those roles perfectly.

I'm the unlikeliness of a club in 1980s Miami of being 'restricted'.

I'm the kitchen table jumping a bit when Dorothy bangs her fist on it.

I'm "Shrimp?!"

I'm the newspaper that crashes over Rose's head.

Thanks, Dorothy!

I'm the flashback episodes.

I'm the news that Disney is bringing out a Golden Girls Cookbook in 2020.

I'm the marriage proposal to r224.

I'm Harold Gould; I can't believe I'm reduced to playing "Miles" on a sitcom.

Even though I'm grateful for the check.

I'm Elliot's ship in a bottle.

I'm the dull evening of Lesbian poetry endured by Miles and Rose.

I’m the pregnant teen tramp who used to date Mike Seaver.

I'm Shostakovich.

[quote]I'm the marriage proposal to [R224].

Only if I get to wear the toilet roll wedding dress.

I'm Mister Burt Reynolds doing a cameo. You know you want my tinymeat.

I'm St Olaf Monopoly.

I'm the fifteen year old grandson that Blanche is apparently old enough to have in season one.

I'm the AIDS episode. Far superior to DESIGNING WOMEN's take on it.

I'm Spearhoeven Krispies

I'm indoor wicker furniture -- a classic '80s trend.

I’m Devastated, just devastated!

I'm "I guess even he had his standards".

I'm the For Whom the Stuffed Bell Pepper Tolls.

R236 You mean Gugenspritzer?

I’m genurkenflurken cake.

I'm Harvey Wallbanger. You know why!

We're Rose's new beach friends!

We kind of get out of touch right away.

I’m the mayor of Palm Springs.

I’m Gloria

I’m Jim Shu

I'm Joe Mama!

I’m Rose and Blanche’s blackface beauty masks.

I'm the truth about black men in bed.

I'm Rose's Christmas Club, week 3

I'm Cindy Lou Peoples.

I'm that cute turquoise sweater Rose wears, with the white square and the little sun design in it.

I'm the one bottle of beer that Rose leaves on the wall to drive you nuts.

I'm Blanche's red wedding dress. After all, even she couldn't keep a straight face had she wore white.

I'm Esther Weinstock. I was killed fighting an oil rig fire in the Gulf of Mexico. At least I was able to work right up to the end.

I'm the tire marks on I-75 somewhere between Miami and Atlanta.

I'm the two actresses that play Gloria the beautiful sister of Dorothy neither one beautiful.....

I’m the slinky black dress Blanche wears to meet Jerry Kennedy to show off her summer hiatus weight loss.

I'm the lack of materials for making draperies throughout late-1980s Miami, because of Dorothy having bought it all up to be used for her custom-made curtainlike outfits.

I am Rose's Flintstone vitamins.

[quote]I'm Posey McGlinn.

I"m Posey McGlinn 80's sorta MJ like gloves!

I'm the three margaritas Rose had on New Years Eve. I made her hallucinate.

I'm a human garconanokin

I'm George Grizzard. I can't believe I'm reduced to making a couple of appearances in this show.

But I appreciate the check.

I'm the nonexistent pool mentioned in the Empty Nest backdoor pilot that Oliver supposedly threw up in.

I’m Dorothy’s wagging finger dance move at the Charity Ball Dance after the Maestro puts on something with a little more octane.

I'm the dining room, full of dressed guests, at the nudists resort lodge when Dorothy, Rose, and Blanche show up nude.

I'm Febuary.

They always dress for dinner, R271.

I'm cheesecake.

I'm the box of King George prophylactics ...in black.

I'm the whipped cream Blanche keeps in her bedroom. I'm in a mini fridge by the closet. You do NOT want to know what's in that closet. There's pubes around my nozzle, and my can is covered in semen.

I'm the workout outfits that Blanche and Dorothy bought. Rose wasn't stupid enough to buy me.

I'm the laundry room behind the wall phone.

Because tptb only show Dorothy coming out of me one time with a laundry basket with no obvious mention of me in 7 seasons,

nearly everyone thinks the garage is behind the house instead of in the front right side like the stock footage suggests.

Viewers also think Rose's room intersects the garage behind the house somehow (LOL) when actually I'm only about 6' by 6' so my swinging door doesn't even

touch her closest wall.

In many episodes, you can catch a glimpse that I resemble the kitchen decor instead of any cold garage that housed minks & dirty old men who can't speak English.

Eat shiit..take mushrooms writers!

I'm the possibly all-time greatest scene:

I'm the pastel colors.

I'm the inch of bathwater that cover Blanche's "perky" bosoms.

I'm Sheree North, playing Blanche's sister, Virginia. My film career never quite took off and this is probably what I'm best known for these days.

I'm Blanche's other sister, Charmaine -- played by Barbara Babcock.

Where were you at Big Daddy's funeral, Charmaine?

I'm Debbie Reynolds as Trudy.

I'm Sophia's straw purse.

I’m Dorothy's square manly hips.

Sheree North also played Lou Grant's girl friend for a few episodes....

I’m the currency Blance calls “nature’s credit card,” and I forgot my own PIN!

I'm the liver spots hand cream Blanche modeled for.

I'm her Lana Turner-esque 'discovery' -- the difference being Blanch was wolfing down her usual lumberjack breakfast.

R285, your name is "Truby".

I'm the residuals. The only thing I'm still living for.

I'm those satchels Dorothy carried which just screamed 'substitute teacher'.

I’m the lambskin in Jim Shoo’s wallet.

I'm the minks. Whatever happened to them?

I'm Doctor Harry Weston.

I’m the layup that Stan does when Dorothy catches him faking his recovery.

I'm the salary discrepancies. (I think Getty got paid less than half what Arthur did.)

R299 That sounds about right.

Does anyone here know what each actress was paid on the show?

I’m Blanche’s ‘First,’ Billy...or am I Bobby......or am I Ben? Oh well, I started with a ‘B.’

No r300, but it's obvious how they ranked: Arthur > White > McClanahan > Getty.

I'm Trudy McMann, Dorothy's old high school rival/frenemy. I have a hot, rich husband.

I didn't tell Dorothy he was gay, either!

I'm Dorothy's hump.

I’m Pat Sajak riding side saddle.

I’m the Cher wig.

I'm Bea Arthur's way of holding a cup.

I'm the excellent casting of Young Dorothy.

I'm the audience back in 1984 in riotous laughter over the thought of sixty-somethings at a Madonna concert. They must be 'with-it'.

r272, creative! that episode was on Hallmark last night!. R272, the most offensive part of that clip is the very obvious, fake wig on "Rose".

R309 The only problem with that

is your show debuted in September 1985 Rose.

I’m Benjamin, from New Jersey.

I'm Miami. I've got style, blue skies, sunshine, white sand by the mile.

I'm an image consultant. (I don't like labels)

I'm Nurse DeFarge!

I’m Blanche’s over inflated balloon boobs from ‘Our Town.’

I'm Dorothy's sheriff uniform from the same production.

I'm Phyllis Hammerow, Miami's answer to Meryl Streep.

I remember seeing a video on YouTube. It was like an ET special from back then that revealed their salaries. I only vaguely remember but in season four I think Arthur was on 40k per episode, White 30k, McClanahan 25k, and Getty 15k.

I'm Dorothy's year in Attica.

I'm 'Vixen: Story of a Woman'.

I'm Olga Nordstrom from St. Olaf. I'm looking for Sven Lindstrom.

I'm the truckloads of sequins required to make the girls outfits for a scene in which they go to a black tie reception.

I'm the cricket chirping sound effect used occasionally to remind viewers we're in Miami.

^^^^I thought that was Davy Cricket?

I'm Mel Bushman..

I'm Dreyfuss...

I'm the Lanai

I'm the sling, strobe light, whips, mirrored ceiling and dildo collection in Blanche's Beverly Hills hotel motif bouidor.

I'M BARBARA THORNDYKE

I'M FREIDA CLAXTON

I'M TRUDY MCCANN

I'M ROSE'S DAUGHTER

I'M ROSE'S SISTER HOLLY

I'M BLANCHES'S FAT DAUGHTER

I'm the lean, mean Swedish machine.

I'm Mr. Burt Reynolds

R331, see R322

I'm R167 and R209, still waiting for people to provide some evidence to their claim that Nancy Walker was Jewish.

Ah am liddle bawls of sunshahn in a bayug.

I'm the generous helping of slaw.

I'm Blanche's menopause. Doesn't she realize she can fuck an extra week per month now?

I’m the men of Blanche’s boudior.

I'm Sue. And I will take care.

I'm Blanche's car - the noisiest thing to come out of Detroit since Martha and the Vandellas.

[quote]I'm the generous helping of slaw.

That was brilliant!

I'm the weight these menopausal women never gain from all the pigging out they do.

I’m Skylab. I fell on Gunilla Bjorndunker.

I’m the telephone book that Sophia sits on when she drives.

I'm all the awful drag queen parody versions seen in every major city (though Jackie Beat IS really good as Bea Arthur in L.A.)

r330 don't forget somebody's Russian cousin played by the wonderful Marion Mercer...

I am the now non-existent Czechoslovakia Magda is from.

I'm Vanna White's autobiography. A hell of a read.

I'm Mr Puh-ffeifer.

I'm Ham Lushbough.

I'm "my guess is hams and potatoes".

I'm the red saucepan, permanently on the stove.

I’m little Mei Ling’s coming out party

I'm the Christmastime snow in Miami.

I'm the diner owner just letting them lock up. Even less realistic.

R348 Vanna White’s memoir also was a discussion point in Designing Women. Simpler times...

I’m the shower Dorothy shared with her new step dad Max.

I'm the 28th step at the Chicago airport with gum on the floor.

I am the luckiest toilet in the world. I get to sit around and watch TV all day!

I am the descendant colonies of bacteria that circulated from Blanche to the sculptor to Rose to the sculptor to Dorothy to the sculptor and back again.

I am CONDOMS, ROSE! CONDOMS CONDOMS CONDOMS!

I am subtext.

I am the obvious, devastating Southern Gothic explanation of Blanche always citing her father’s Southern nickname, flaunting her sexuality, competing sexually with her daughter and her sister-roommates.

I am incest, Blanche. And ya are my victim, Blanche. Ya are!

I am the XTube video of r357.

We’re starting to repeat ourselves.

I'm the knish.

I'M George H, Bush. I'm not allowed into the house.

I'm Kim Fung Toy—same on inside, different on outside!

I'm Dorothy and Sophia's dark brown crowded snaggly crooked lower teeth. You couldn't really see how horrible we were before HD, but you see us now, in all our Britishesque glory. Why didn't these two actresses get us fixed and looking human? It's not like they didn't have the money.

R368 I’m glad they didn’t, Big, white chicklet teeth in old heads look weird.

I’m the sparehooven krispies.

R369 it doesn't have to be big chicklet teeth, these women had the money to get it done realistically and correctly. Come on.

I’m Sophia’s teeth that she ran through the dishwasher.

Let's just say that "Big Daddy" proudly earned his name...

I'm the recast family members.

I'm the PLT sandwiches.

R375 They were bacon, lettuce, and potato. BLP

Say it really fast and you won't notice my typo.

R375, awesome comeback!! I don't know if you tee'd that up on purpose, but that was brilliant!

I'm the mouse that Dorothy reasoned with to get out of the house. I didn't understand a word she said so I left the room. That's the real behind the scenes you won't hear anywhere else.

I’m twilight years.

I’m the black tie that Isaac Newton had in his pocket.

I'm the buns on that priest that Rose noticed.

I'm R370, too lazy to read thru all the posts.

I'm St. Elsewhere, thrilled that blind person is watching us.

I'm Sophia Puh-Hawkins. How'd ya like a punch in your puh-face.

[quote]I'm the knish.—why does a supposedly Catholic woman , know how to make me ?

I think the idea was Max and Esther made the knishes; Sophia and Sal made the pizza

I’m Melanie Griffith

I’m Jesus, wondering how two old Italian ladies from New York, a southerner and a midwestern lady escaped my clutched. How’d they get so open minded, anyway? Was I too pushy about the tithing?

I’m the wide angle lens that caught Blanche’s red dress sneaking out of Gil Kessler’s house.

I'm the confused horn section.

I'm Shady Pines. I can't believe nobody has mentioned me on this thread!

I’m Sunny Oaks, beckoning Sophia to the north...

I'm Bea Arthur, getting 80% of the punchlines in the pilot.

I am Dorothy's wedding dress, festooned with a V of toilet paper rolls front AND back. I am hideous, even for her.

I’m the maple syrup spiggot that Rose widdled for Dorothy.

I'm Lamar Zbornak........ I was either aborted, abandoned, or otherwise just neglected by my "long in the tooth"/"regal black woman" mother and my "skinny white boy" father who can't act for shit.

I'm Anderbeau

I'm the bowling alley that's open at 6am

I'm Fernando's ear. . . wondering if Rose is going to glue me or sew me back on.

I’m one of the many many farts that Sophia let loose during the series run.

I'm Dorothy's popping jaw. I really get poppin' when she eats!

I'm a fraction of their age and have trouble finding a date. They did quite well for sixty-something women.

Well that's the fantasy of it all, r401. Especially when they dated men with money, old geezers with money get young pretty things.

For all the jokes about Dorothy's appearance she also managed to get regular dates. Not bad for a sixty-something substitute teacher who rented with her mother and looked like Bea Arthur.

R403 she had a tight pussy and wasn't afraid to share it!

I'm the pile of Depends that was held off set at NBC studios.

I'm the cousins being thrown off left and right!

I'm the skywriting that Sophia will do if she eats too many raw vegetables.

I'm Dorothy's Chanel earrings.

[quote]For all the jokes about Dorothy's appearance she also managed to get regular dates. Not bad for a sixty-something substitute teacher who rented with her mother and looked like Bea Arthur.

She was one of the few sexagenarians in Miami willing to do anal.

R404 don’t forget moist and delicious cupcakes!

I'm the fertile ex-wife of Blanche's rich boyfriend Richard, who bore him those two elementary school-aged children he expects Blanche will babysit if he marries her. I'm wondering why he's proposing marriage to a woman his own age and not someone even younger than me.

I'm the car pulling into the driveway stock footage.

Can anyone provide a clip where it's obvious Estelle is reading from cue cards? People always refer to it, but I never noticed.

[quote]I'm the car pulling into the driveway stock footage.

I only exist on some episodes. And at the speed I'm driving it's a shock I haven't killed anyone yet

R411 damn I never thought of that! So true how could Kevin McCarthy (approx 110 years old even then) have had young kids unless he was seriously robbing the cradle). Good catch!

I’m Sophia’s sweaters that rise in the back.

I’m Betty’s thick as f glasses that she wears only on game shows. Without me, she can’t read the cue cards, and therefore has to actually memorize all her lines.

I’m Michael’s clothes that were hung on the door when he slept with Rose’s daughter.

I’m a jerk in a wheelchair.

We're the barstools at the Rusty Anchor, and we wish Blanche would wear some damn underwear.

I'm the girl's charitable endeavors. I provide an easy plot, but also, more often than, an event for the girls to attend on which it looks like most of the proceeds have been blown on.

"We won't be out more than twenty, thirty dollars apiece."

I'm the laundry room behind the wall in the kitchen we've never seen inside of.

I’m the chicken that Ant Angela took out of the garage.

I'm Rue's old nose, and I'm even bigger than Bea's cock.

Ah am Blanches Pooh Bear bahdy.

The gent’min of Dade County love that my tummy is larger than my bussoms.

Betty, is that you at R426?

I'm Fernando. Cher just sang a song about me.

I'm the small barge that brought fat Becky to Miami.

I’m Joe Regalbuto sitting AT Becky.

I'm Margyareet. And I don't go for that freaky stuff.

I am Laslo, the sculptor.

[quote]I am Laslo, the sculptor.

We're the writers struggling to come up with positive ways to describe Dorothy's appearance. We're forced to resort to things like 'regal', 'dignified', and 'Romanesque'.

I'm the speech Blanche tries to give about what the South means to her to try and get out of reading her family tree.

I'm Claude Livv-a dayyyy. I sold horse shoes to a yankee!

I'm Pothead

I'm the one subject that never came up...

R431, that always makes me cringe.

I"m Boner from Growing Pains trying to buy Dorothy's hockey stick at the garage sale.

Umm, that wasn't Andrew Koenig on Golden Girls.

Well excuse me, Anita Bryant. It looked a lot like him.

I'm the flashback episode of non-flashback scenes. And I'm the amount of time you've wasted trying to remember what episode they were supposed to be from.

R442, episodes which flashbacks with original content are called 'flashback shows, episodes which show flashbacks of scenes from old episodes are called 'clip shows', the latter were utilised in order to pad a 24 (or whatever it was) episode order by the network. TV actors were much fonder of the latter than the former (have about three minutes of content to produce for a week's salary).

I'm the last group hug on the final episode.

I’m the shrimp that Blanche tried to serve to Dr Jonathan Newman.

I'm a PTSDed Rose running through the car park fearful of being mugged.

I'm Betty's hindsight telling her that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to tell Bea, 'go ahead have a second burrito' at lunch on that fateful day on the set.

I'm Dorothy's son Michael. I look like I was played by two different actors but I wasn't.

I’m Chrissy, Stan’s wife who could never hold her liquor.

I’m Malamud. I’m an author.

I'm the prune danish. I did the trick.

I'm the constant fiddling and adjusting of their outfits. Especially Dorothy.

I'm Danny Thomas.

I’m the Take Me Hurricane ‘91 sweatshirt.

I’m the winning lottery ticket stuck in that beat up old jacket.

I'm Michael J. Fox from the Pepsi commercial

I’m space mountain.

I am gym shoe.

I'm the ridiculous notion that Aunt Angela wouldn't have to go back to Sicily to tie up loose ends before moving to Miami and just send for her things.

I'm the clause in Estelle Getty's contract that assured her she could play young Sophia in flashbacks scenes, though she was in her 60s in real life.

I’m the tv dinner that Sal ate.

I'm the show's self-awareness, far greater than that of DESIGNING WOMEN.

I’m the pepto bismol bottle that comes and goes from one camera shot to the next.

I'm Dorothy's son Michael. I look like I could be the brother of Blanche's grandson, David.

I'm the beer that Sal likes with his air.

I'm Lynnie Green in the role of young Dorothy. This has been the best casting decision ever.

I'm the outfit Dorothy wears for her date with Father Leahy. I make her look like the mother of a Solid Gold dancer.

I'm a little ball of sunshine.

Rose is going to donate me to homeless people and give them more cholesterol

I’m Mr. Mitsumo, the unsuspecting octogenarian Asian gardener who Sophia is trying to #MeToo while the other girls are out of town on vacation. My existence was never so much as hinted at before or since.

I'm the scared stiff shop boy working in a shoe shop at the mall. I unsuspectingly took a glance up while serving 2 ugly old broads and caught sight of Granny's crusty cooch!

I've been barfing all afternoon :(

I'm a raisin in sneakers.

I'm the Kennel Club at Fidel Santiago's funeral.

I'm a nectarine.

I'm Blanche's wise counsel

I'm Wicker!

I’m an earthling.

I'm Patrick Vaughn. My story's not a pretty one, but it needs to be told.

I'm the 2 for 7.99 sticker covering up the year of the vintage.

You bitches keep repeating yourselves.

I'm BH.

I stand for "blast here."

I'm this voice:

"Blanche, this is your grammy! " "Y'all get yourself out of here you dumb peckerwood!"

Oooh, I heard it that time too!

Feets don't fail me now!

R482 I know Betty was a very pretty woman pretty far into her old age but why could she conjure up such Dorothy Michaels vibes?

I'm Andrew Gold cashing royalty checks in perpetuity.

I'm the lovely prayer that Dorothy (playing the part of God) thanks Rose for.

I'm Mickey Rooney asking why I didn't get a star entrance with applause that lesser guest stars received.

As Andy Rooney of 60 Minutes, my fling with Blanche years earlier, holds fond memories.

I'm the Hunchback of Notre Dame joke that Dorothy often used.

I'm the sperm pusher

I'm the never seen fourth wall.

I’m The clam chowder that Jake Smollens threw in for no charge.

I'm the reason why Dorothy always wore those hideous shapeless frocks.

I'm "some other time" because I thought Charmagne was Blanche when I fucked her.

I'm the pearl earrings Dorothy fell in love with Jordan Marsh

At Jordan Marsh

I'm Blanche's inflatable bra.

I'm the extra neon letters that were too expensive for Eduardo to put in his sign

I'm Big Daddy who returns to get married but has forgotten about his singing career. And so has Blanche.

[quote]I'm Big Daddy who returns to get married but has forgotten about his singing career. And so has Blanche.

But somehow managed to buy back Hollingsworth Manor after selling it to fund his country music career!

I'm Jean who could have been included on the lesbian panel on the show Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.

[quote]I'm Jean who could have been included on the lesbian panel on the show Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.

I'm the "Image Consultants" who don't like labels' clients------I look like shit!

I'm Hair by Robért.

I'm The Beatty's bunny rabbits.

I"m the second actress to play Dorothy's daughter, Kate. I constantly am mistaken for one of the girls in Expose.

We're the minks in the garage. We're here, we're queer, get over it!

I'm a Spanish fly.

I'm the lingerie that Sister Rose and Sister Blanche are collecting for needy sexy people.

Eduardo - Alright ladies, whose hair do I wash first?

Blanche - Mine, I'm the dirtiest.

Eduardo - Ladies, it's time; time to walk through the looking glass; time to take that last look at your 'former' selves; time to walk into the world of Eduardo-ism.

I'm the caterer's sensitive assistant who is on the verge of collapse at Sophia's wedding.

I'm the salmonella all over the oven since Dorothy is handling raw chicken and not washing her hands.

I'm the 400-dollar bottle of champagne that Rose ordered to celebrate Dorothy's CFS diagnosis.

I'm Mr. Immerhoffer. My wife Emma has my skeleton hanging in the bedroom closet.

I'm the Greater Miami Sleep Center. . . . I'm sort of a "flop house" for infants.

I’m the huevos rancheros that gay Coco makes in the first episode.

I am the high school reunion that 4 women who didn’t even go to the school ruined by one of them having a heart attack

Enough wicker!

We're the family Huckabees watching GGs, and maw is amused by Stan's odd-shaped head.

i’m the theme song remake

I'm Cynthia Residual Fee.

I'm Barbara Thorndyke's brother-in-law...Dick Vandyke, with the clown nose.

I'm Blanche's bedroom decor. Being tropical is fantastic.

I'm the churn tamperer.......... there's no way I'm going to let Rose win Butter Queen!

I’m the yippee KY!

I’m the Shady Pines telephone number on speed dial.

I'm 478,340 posts on Datalounge about the show!

I’m the domineering tyrant who totally emasculated Stan.

I'm The Shirelles

I’m Claude Livaudais. I once sold horseshoes to a Union soldier.

I'm half the kids in the neighborhood.... dressed in Frieda Claxton costumes on Halloween!

I'm Marvin Mitchelson, and you've got yourself a case!

I'm the real beard that Miles has in the seventh season that no one comments on.

I'm the room that Dorothy lights up when she sings.

[quote]I'm the real beard that Miles has in the seventh season that no one comments on.

I'm Mile's bitch-Daughter from Herman's Head who knows where I live in Miami despite my being in the Witness Protection Program. And form some resason, I don't seem surprised or confused that people don't call me Nicholas Carbone.

I'm life. I get tough outside the driver's ed car.

I’m one of the many farts that Sophia cuts during the series.

I'm the cheap chinese urn that gets repeatedly broken, yet inexplicably replaced.

I'm Toto and you're Dorothy.

I’m the Elizabeth Arden make over gift certificate that Anna Woleck Craig brought for Dorothy.

I'm a maître d'!

I am the grand piano. Please excuse Sophia while she plays me while Dorothy quotes Shakespeare.

I am Eva Braun. It's rumoured I used to date mr. Stickelmayer.

I'm the mirror above the bed. I reflect a sweaty and panting Blanche, naked and covered in cum after being royally rogered by one of the drunken patrons of The Rusty Anchor. Those tits have seen better days!

I'm Blanche's crotchless Christmas gift from Rose.

I'm the 3 wise men in Bergdine's wearing Ralph Lauren ski parkas.

r544 BURDINE'S (the Florida Store.)

I'm the suicide pills Martha Lamont took anyway when Sophia never showed up again after promising her she would be her best friend forever.

I’m the dentist who molests Rose.

I miss my Golden Girls!!! Can’t wait until its back on Hallmark.

I’m the can of whipped cream and the Polaroid camera under Blanche’s bed.

I'm the crowded cafe in Paris where Jeremy sat AT Becky.

I'm the panties Sophia didn't wear when going shopping for shoes

I’m the turnstyle at the foot of Blanche’s bed.

I'm Frieda Claxton's chonic constipation which makes her drop her categorical misanthropic imperative in order to have at some prune Danish in hopes of some temporary relief from me.

I’m the hot hot hot cousin Sven

I'm Pussycat One.

I'm that hotel reception bitch with the annoying voice in the Grab that Dough episode.

I am uncle Angelo's a-gingerbread and-a evrythingue.

I’m Dorothy’s magazine that she continues to read on the way to answering the door

I'm Sgt. Barker's form that already has Ms. checked off

I’m a man with so much more to offer

I'm gonna stuff a chicken

I'm the Cry Me A River double matinee at the cineplex.

I’m the sparehooven krispies.

I'm Morothy's intolerance for the Mortimor Club

I'm Mark Moses's very VPL. I had Blanche (my stepmom) drooling.

I’m the pile of shit that Bea left on Betty’s dressing room floor.

[I'm the suicide pills Martha Lamont took anyway when Sophia never showed up again after promising her she would be her best friend forever.]

For the win!'

Not to mention the woman they met in the Homeless shelter looking for Michael Jackson's leather jacket with the lottery ticket, whom Sophia told "People care......they really do!" ..... and then never spoke to her again!!!!!

Thanks R567!

I'm toobenburbles.

I’m a woman he’s a man.

I'm Muffin and I was more beautiful than a teenage Sophia. When I move to the neighbouring village all the cute guys follow..

I'm Vidal Sassbogendodder

I’m the towel Blanche’s son Skippy came home from the hospital in

I’m the glorious bowel movement that preoccupied Sophia from meeting the pope

I’m the fart that Sophia ripped when they were all in bed together when the heat went out.

I’m a Feldman dammit

I am the horseshoes that Claude Livadaye sold to a Union soldier.

I’m Marla Adams, who said the Claude Livadaye line.

I'm a sports training bra to minimize jiggle and bounce.

I am a book burning fire.