Blanche: Dorothy, at 2 a.m. in the morning, I was entertaining a gentleman caller. She walked in on me at the most inopportune time. I could have lost my balance and chipped a tooth.
Rose: You think that's bad? She came into my room when I was reenacting the plank-walking scene from Peter Pan.
Dorothy: What the hell goes on at night in this house? Look, girls. I know you're upset, but nothing I have heard is grounds for firing the woman.
Nurse DeFarge: Oh by the way, a man called wanting to know if you were free Saturday night, but I forgot to write down the number. Sorry!
Dorothy: Hasta la vista, baby!