George: So, did you make a decision?
Blanche: Before I can even think about that, there's something I gotta do for me. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I need to ask for your forgiveness.
George: What? I'm the one who should be down on my knees after what I did.
Blanche: George, the day you died - or didn't die - I was home alone when the phone rang. I ran to answer it and I tripped over your damn shoes, and I said, "Oh, George, I hate you." It was the police telling me you'd been in an accident. Never thought I'd have the chance, but I'm just so sorry my last thoughts of you were "I hate you."
George: Well, honey, you always were fiery. I love that about you.
Blanche: There's more. Since the funeral, I've been with other men. Many, many men. I always felt like I was cheating on ya.
George: Oh, Blanche, every day I was gone, I always wished you'd find somebody who could make you happy. How-how many men?
Blanche: Two.