Sophia: Blanche, I want to talk to you.
Blanche: I'm in no mood to fight.
Sophia: Neither am I. That's what I want to talk about. We've been at each other's throats for weeks. We've also been running ourselves ragged trying to outdo each other. It has to stop.
Blanche: I'm not giving Fidel up, Sophia.
Sophia: I am. I'm fighting a losing battle. You're younger, you're prettier. In the end, he'll choose you, and he'll break my heart. He's yours, Blanche. No hard feelings. (turns to leave)
Blanche: Oh, Sophia, wait. Why don't you take Fidel? I have all those other boyfriends.
Sophia: Okay. Good night! (walks out)