Dorothy: Blanche! Honey, what's wrong? You're shaking.
Blanche: I have been humiliated and degraded.
Sophia: Many times. You just figured it out now?
Blanche: The evening started off wonderfully. Donald took me to a beautiful restaurant, and he ordered everything in French, which totally confused our waiter, Chip. Then he took me dancing, and he was a perfect gentleman.
Sophia: Get to the humiliation and degradation part.
Blanche: Then I suggested we go back to his place. When we got there, I went to the bathroom to freshen up. After I had removed all of my clothes I noticed his monogrammed velour bathrobe hanging there. Thinking only of his pleasure, I decided to slip into it. Oh, God, I looked so fetching. I could not wait for him to see me.
So I emerged, framed in the doorway, and slowly let the bathrobe slide from my perfect body. And you know what he said to me? "Put your clothes back on. I'm gonna take you home." How could I ever look him in the eye? Why, I'll never be able to go back to work again. Oh! "Put your clothes back on"? That's the first time anybody's ever said that to me. Well, without shining a flashlight in my face.