Blanche: Oh, Sophia, honey! How nice to see you!
Sophia: Who are you?
Blanche: It's me, Blanche.
Sophia: You look like a prostitute!
Rose: Sophia! The things you say! She didn't mean that, Blanche.
Sophia: Of course I mean it. Look at her--my cab driver would fall in love! Can I get something to eat or is the fancy man in the kitchen?