Blanche: Rose, Miles called again. He wants you to meet him outside the concert hall.
Rose: I asked you to tell him I'm not going.
Blanche: I'm not gonna do your dirty work for you, Rose.
Rose: Well, I don't wanna talk to him. He makes me feel foolish. I don't even feel comfortable telling him St. Olaf stories.
Dorothy: I want to know exactly what he said to make you feel that way.
Rose: Look, I'm not going out with him. You go, Blanche.
Rose: Well, you like him, I know you do. So you go.
Blanche: Well, I couldn't!
Dorothy: Of course che couldn't!
Blanche: You stay out of this Dorothy.
Rose: Well, why not? It's all over betwen us. He'll know that tonight.
Blanche: It's impossible. I'd feel like a... like a...
Dorothy: A backstabbing slut?
Rose: Please go. For me. I'll feel better knowing this thing is finally over with.
Blanche: Well, since you put it that way. But only as a personal favour to you, honey. I guess I'd better go get dressed
Rose: [to Dorothy] Can you believe that backstabbing slut?