Blanche: Rose, I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better.
Rose: Say I'm OK.
Blanche: You know, we always tend to think the worst so that when the news does finally come, it's never as bad as we thought it was gonna be.
Rose: Well?
Doctor: Well the good news is you appear to be in fine physical shape. Do you have any more questions?
Rose: Of course. Do I have it?
Doctor: We'll have the results when you come back in three days.
Rose: Three days? What are you talking about? I expect when I go to a hospital for an AIDS test to find out.
Doctor: I'm sorry. I wish it was faster, but it takes us that long to be sure. I thought you knew.
Rose: Well, I didn't know. First you guys give me that transfusion, and now you tell me this.
Blanche: Honey, I guess there's really not much you can do.
Rose: Well, sure there is. There's plenty I can do. Like, sit around the house for the next 72 hours, scared to death he's gonna tell me I have something that's gonna kill me. How am I gonna do that, Blanche? How am I gonna get through the next three days?