Rex: Hi. Is Blanche ready?
Dorothy: Not quite yet. Would you like to sit down?
Rex: No. I'm in a hurry.
Dorothy: She'll only be a few minutes.
Rex: Oh, great. Now we're gonna run into traffic. I hate it when she does this.
Dorothy: You evidently hate it when she does a lot of things.
Rex: What?
Dorothy: Nothing. I'm staying out of it.
Rex: Good. Do you want to go light a fire under her?
Dorothy: No, I don't think so.
Rex: Why not?
Dorothy: Because I think she's getting burned enough as it is.
Rex: Look, would you just go tell Blanche to hurry up? I've got to teach this woman what being on time means.
Dorothy: Wait a minute. I don't want you teaching her anything.
Rex: You know, you're starting to get on my nerves.
Dorothy: Good. Good, because you're already on mine. I don't like the way you're treating Blanche. Under all that makeup and sexy talk, there's a little girl there, and for some reason or other, she's letting you take advantage of her. I can't stop her from seeing you, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna hurry her up.
Rex: Who do you think you are?
Dorothy: A friend.
Rex: This is none of your business. Just butt out.
Dorothy: You're hurting me.
Blanche: Stop that!
Rex: Are you ready?
Blanche: I think you'd better go.
Rex: Oh, look, look- Uh, uh, I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry. Uh. Look, sweetie, you know I don't mean these things I say.
Blanche: Just leave.
Rex: If I walk out that door, I'm not coming back here.
Blanche: That's a promise I'm gonna see that you keep.