Dorothy: You go get 'em, Blanche. Blanche? Blanche?
Blanche: I'm fine. I just feel a little cold and clammy and just a little short of breath.
Dorothy: Now you just settle down, you hear me? Settle down.
Blanche: Don't make me do this, Dorothy.This ball feels like it weighs about 100 pounds.
Dorothy: Honey, I sympathize with you. Anyone who has ever competed understands what you're going through. Listen, sweetheart, if you don't feel like bowling, you don't have to.
Blanche: Oh, good.
Dorothy: You just hold onto the ball and I'll throw you down the alley.