Blanche: Dorothy, do you think Burt's gonna like this dress?
Dorothy: Oh, yeah. And that plunging neckline will really show off his chest hair.
Blanche: You know, the last time I wore this was at the 1972 presidential inauguration. I danced in the arms of the president. The next morning I woke up still in his arms.
Dorothy: Blanche. You and Nixon?
Blanche: Nixon? Yuck. No. I can't even picture Nixon naked. He must look like one of those little dress-up dolls. Just little mounds of plastic to indicate where everything oughta be. No, I was talking about Mr William "Buster" Collier. The president of the Chamber of Commerce.
Dorothy: Oh, that presidential inauguration.
Blanche: You know, Buster wanted me to be his First Lady but he died two days later.
Dorothy: I'm sorry.
Blanche: He was performing his first official function: Breaking a champagne bottle over the city's new tollbooth. But before he could step out of the way, he was run over by ten Shriners on minibikes, who just happened to have the exact change.
Dorothy: So many of our great leaders have gone that way.