Virginia: Look, if you decide not to, I'll understand. I swear.
Blanche: Sure, you'll be dead. And everybody will say Blanche killed her.
Virginia: What I'm trying to say is it's a terrible choice I've given you. I don't even know what I would do under the same circumstances.
Blanche: Are you saying you don't know if you'd give me a kidney?
Virginia: No, I don't.
Blanche: Well, I'm not surprised. You never even lent me a Kleenex. Besides, I'm a size eight, your kidney wouldn't fit me. There's not room in my body for your kidney.