Blanche: What goes around, comes around.
Virginia: Well, then, I must have been really bad.
Blanche: What do you mean?
Virginia: Well, it's the reason I'm here.
Blanche: I knew it. I knew you had a reason. Better be a good one.
Virginia: I'm dying.
Blanche: What?
Virginia: I'm dying.
Blanche: Well my God. That explains it, then.
Virginia: What?
Blanche: Why you're looking so much older than I am.