Blanche: Bob Hope's gone. We just missed him.
Dorothy: Oh, what?
Blanche: I saw him getting into a limousine and driving away. They said he's going to the airport.
Rose: That can't be. The show is tomorrow tonight. He wouldn't leave before that. He knows I'm depending on him. There must be some other explanation. Maybe- Maybe I'm just a foolish old woman who's lived a silly fantasy her whole life.