Blanche: Dorothy, do you realize it has been four days since I have enjoyed the company of a man?
Dorothy: I know, Blanche. Iíve been marking the days off on my "Big Ships of the Navy" calendar.
Blanche: I donít think I can stand it much longer! My body feels like a Corvette up on blocks with its engine raciní, the wheels just spinniní and spinniní with nowhere to go! I feel like Iím gonna EXPLODE! (*grabs Dorothy's wrist*) Dorothy, you have to help me, you have to do somethiníÖ
Dorothy: Honey, thereís nothing I can do, so get that look out of your eye and let go of my hand.
Dorothy: Blanche, I need to talk to you privately.
Blanche: Oh, okay.
Dorothy: There's this person... someone I've known for quite a while, and lately there seems to be this... attraction developing, uh, an attraction I've been trying to deny. (Blanche stands up in horror.) Blanche, what are you doing?
Blanche: It's a curse... my beauty's always been a curse. I'm sorry, Dorothy, but... like the fatal blossom of the graceful jimson weed, I entice with my fragrance but can provide no succor.