Dorothy: What happened?
Blanche: She shot my vase!
Sophia: Thank God. I hated that thing.

Rose: Well, everybody, you will never guess what I did today.
Blanche: What?
Rose: I was in this parking garage. I had to go to the dentist 'cause I lost my crown in a nectarine yesterday. There was no parking on the street. There I was, all alone. I heard footsteps. It was my nightmare come true.
Someone was after me. I ran, he ran. I ran faster, he ran faster. He grabbed my arm, and I turned around and dropped him. Kneed him right in his safe-deposit box. Dropped him like a sack of potatoes. He lay on the ground, and he was writhing and groaning and screaming in agony. And I stood over him, and I looked at this pitiable creature, and I thought, "I can take care of myself!" I'm not helpless. I'm gonna be OK!
Blanche: Oh, honey, that's wonderful!
Dorothy: Oh, honey, that's fantastic!
Blanche: I have faith again. Kill the killers! This calls for champagne. I'll get it.
Dorothy: Oh, honey, there's none on ice.
Blanche: I'll put some in the freezer. It'll ready in twenty minutes.
Dorothy: So what happens now? I guess you press charges, right?
Rose: Well, no. No, actually not. He might press charges, though.
Dorothy: Why?
Rose: You see, the guy that was moaning and screaming and groaning in agony was the parking attendant. He was coming after me because I'd forgot to pick up my keys. But I'm not afraid anymore! I know that when it comes right down to it, I can take care of myself.