Blanche: You will forgive me if this champagne has a little effect on me, Ham. Sometimes just having it setting on the table sets my heart to racing. Oh! Feel. Lower. It's like there's some kind of wild animal energy in there, pounding, pounding and burning, yearning and lusting, just crying out to be released. [champagne bottle pops] I've never said this to another man, but I feel a heat between us, kind of a flame crackling and hissing. I want you to put that flame out, Ham. I want you to pluck me like a fruit, and wash me off in your kisses, and sink your teeth into my ripe, juicy flesh. [the waiter downs a glass] Let me make you happy, Ham. All I need to know is that you want me as much as I want you.
Ham: Maybe some other time, Blanche.
Blanche: Oh, that does it! I will not let you humiliate me any longer. You may not want me, Ham Lushbough, but I can promise you somewhere on this planet I will find some man who does!
[As Blanche storms out of the restaurant, a number of male staff members follow after her. A man who was dining with a woman joins them.]