Dorothy: I'm sorry, Blanche, you can't.
Blanche: Why?
Dorothy: Because.
Blanche: Why?
Dorothy: Because.
Blanche: Why?
Dorothy: Because it's none of your business.
Blanche: None of my business? I will have you know that before you came to work here, honey, everything was my business. Now, show me that paper.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, Blanche, I can't.
Blanche: I knew you'd been hiding something. You no-good, back-stabbing jezebel. I demand you show me that paper.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, flattery won't work.
Blanche: I'll tell you what won't work, honey. That's you and me here in the same office. Stealing that banquet from me was bad enough, but when you start hiding things from me you have gone too far. If you want this job that bad that you have to lie and cheat and sneak around, then you can have it. I quit.