Sophia: I think the worst thing in the world is if your child dies before you do.
Dorothy: Sophia, Dorothy is not going to die.
Sophia: I know that.
Blanche: She'll be fine.
Sophia: I know.
Blanche: Why do you do that, Rose? Why do you make up stories?
Sophia: It wouldn't feel right to live anymore, you know? If a kid dies, it wouldn't feel fair to live.
Rose: Sophia, Dorothy's not dying.
Sophia: How do you know, Rose?
Rose: I know.
Blanche: Oh, now, honey, she's right. I know too, and I'm a writer. I see things more clearly than the average person. My perceptions are keener.
Rose: Oh, knock it off, Blanche. Sophia, we have all seen our husbands die. We know what that is.
Sophia: Except for her. She was getting a manicure.
Blanche: Pedicure.