Blanche: Yeah, I could use some of that. I think I might be coming down with a cold.
Dorothy: Well, it doesn't come as a surprise. You've spent every afternoon this week standing stark naked in a cold, windy studio.
Blanche: Oh, I didn't catch cold at Laszlo's studio, Dorothy. Laszlo keeps me too warm for that. Too warm and too tingly. Too warm and too tingly and too hot.
Dorothy: Well, have some juice anyway, Blanche. I'd feel better.
Blanche: [starting to take a sip] Not that we actually do anything. In the studio. Laszlo's been a perfect gentleman so far. [holding the cup to her mouth again] I just stand there in front of him in all my luscious nakedness, and somehow he manages to suppress the urge to throw me on the floor and ravage me.
Sophia: Please, if he throws you on the floor, you'll both end up in the apartment below.
Dorothy: Drink up, Blanche. [doorbell rings]
Blanche: That must be him now. I just have to get my jacket. We're driving into the museum together. [drinks juice with no problem] Coming, Laszlo.
[Dorothy takes a slip from glass and it once again dribbles all down her top]