Dorothy: Look, Blanche, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but my mind is made up. I love Stanley, I want to be with him, and I am very sorry about Katherine.
Blanche: What on earth is suddenly so wonderful about Stanley?
Dorothy: Everything, just everything. He has grown, he has changed. You should have seen the way he took over when Ma was sick. He was so commanding, so masterful, and yet so sensitive and so vulnerable. I know I couldn't have gotten through it without him.
Blanche: Listen, Dorothy. You thought Sophia might be dying. You were the one who was sensitive and vulnerable.
Rose: Blanche is right. At the counseling center I see cases like this all the time. When people lose loved ones they do things they'd never normally do. Take Mrs. Polowski. When her mother died, she divorced her husband, lost 30 pounds, dyed her hair and ran off to Paris with an artist ten years her junior. I just got a postcard last week.
Blanche: Yeah, and now she's miserable and bony and sick of eating snails, right?
Rose: No. They bought a beautiful home in Cannes.