Dorothy: [Sophia enters the kitchen carrying a letter] Oh, hi, Ma.
Sophia: Listen to this, "If I were truly free, o fire of my loins. I'd take you to a paradise in the sun where we could lie naked, bronze body against pearl body, locked in a frenzy of love.
Dorothy: Ma, who wrote that?
Sophia: Merrill Kellog.
Dorothy: Merrill... Who's he?
Sophia: Ask Blanche. It's her letter.
Dorothy: [snatches the letter from Sophia] This is from that guy in prison Blanche has been writing to.
Rose: How are you going to explain this opened letter to Blanche?
Sophia: [taking the letter back from Dorothy] Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
Blanche: [entering the kitchen] Morning, girls.
Sophia: Morning, Blanche. Rose opened your letter.
[hands it to Blanche and leaves]
Rose: Blanche, I didn't!
Blanche: Oh, it's no problem, honey. It's just another letter from Merrill. I'd read it to you anyway. It's not personal.
Dorothy: Not personal! Blanche, the man says he wants to lie naked with you on a beach.
Blanche: Well, sure. And I wrote him that I wanted to make passionate love to him in a hammock suspended between two magnolia trees. You know that couldn't possibly happen!
Rose: Well, maybe if you lose a few pounds.
Blanche: [obviously miffed] Shut up, Rose.