Rose: I'm not mad!
Blanche: Oh yes, you are. I can tell. When you're mad, you purse those little lips up until they almost disappear. See?
Dorothy: (calling out to Blanche) Have her lips come out yet?
Blanche: Nope, she's still mad at me.
Rose: I'm not mad! But if I were, I'd have every reason to be.
Dorothy: Oh, honey, come on. You look like you're about to swallow your chin!