Blanche: It was just after I'd lost George, and it just seemed an appropriate thing to do.
Dorothy: Of course it did. Your husband had just died.
Blanche: So what? I hadn't. The point is, I was still feeling a little vulnerable, and I was afraid if I got intimate with somebody too quickly, I might end up getting hurt, so I just gave it up, cold turkey.
Rose: And it worked for you, Blanche?
Blanche: Well, not entirely. Barely a month had gone by before I started feeling those awful stirrings and urgings. I was like a spring-bloomin' peach bud just ripened to dewy fruition, waitin' to be plucked by the first handsome man to come my way.
Dorothy: You were looking for some nooky.
Blanche: Exactly. Then came the moment of truth. There was a man, he asked me to sleep with him. I said no. But I knew something greater than my will power was necessary for me to resist him, so I called my sister.
Rose: Did she talk you through it?
Blanche: Oh, better than that. She drove straight over, took him by the throat, she said if he ever tried that again, she'd shoot him through the head.
Dorothy: Just because he made a pass at you?
Blanche: Oh, did I forget to mention that the man was my sister's husband?