Blanche: Rose, you're my friend so I'm gonna let you read a few pages, but you have to give me your word you won't tell anyone. Your word.
Rose: Of course. And then will you sleep?
Blanche: Whatever. I can trust you, I know I can. You're from Minnesota. People from Minnesota are honest. They don't lie. What could you possibly find to lie about on a farm? Must be some state. Lots of lakes and nice, pale people. I'd drown myself. Read, Rose. Don't talk. I must publish a guide to go with my book. It's too full of references people could not possibly understand. It will be taught in universities. Rose, what is this? Yellow eyeballs are staring at me.
Rose: Those are egg yolks, Blanche. Blanche, you are exhausted.
Blanche: You have to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. My God, what a wonderful line. Oh! I'm getting so good I can't stand it. I ought to write that in my book, that line.