[flashback:]
Blanche: Oh, Dorothy, I'll be ready to go in just a minute. I had Hannah do my makeup while my pedicure was drying, so all I have to do is change my shoes. Wait a minute. What are you doing?
Dorothy: I think I'm dying. But then again, this 104 fever may be clouding my judgment.
Blanche: Honey, look at what you're wearing. You can't go like that.
Dorothy: I think the funeral home has someone who handles that, Blanche. But thank you for caring.
Blanche: I'm talking about our double date. Good grief! This place looks like a hospital ward. Dorothy, don't you know Mike and Larry will be here any minute?
Dorothy: Blanche, I can't go out tonight. Look at me.
Blanche: But, Dorothy, you've looked much worse than this. Remember that time you gave yourself a home perm, burnt your hair right down to the roots and ended up looking like Buckwheat?