Rose: Blanche, could you come out here?
Blanche: What's wrong, honey?
Rose: Er that was Sam Burns. He found these in his love seat.
Blanche: My earrings! Thank you.
Rose: Aren't we forgetting something?
Blanche: What?
Rose: An apology.
Blanche: Oh, honey, you don't have to apologize for sleeping with Sam. Everybody does.
Rose: Blanche Devereaux, you sit down and shut up and listen. I did not sleep with him and I did not lose the earrings. You did. Not to mention my watch, which I didn't even know you'd borrowed.
Blanche: I thought I'd mentioned that.
Rose: No, you didn't.
Blanche: Well, I'm sorry.
Rose: Well, "sorry" doesn't cut it, Blanche. I've spent all week making your bed, making your breakfast, making your stinking tuna sandwiches with the crusts cut off. And for what? For nothing. Well, it's all over now. You won't have this videnfrogen to kick around anymore.