Rose: She just found out about our vacation.
Blanche: We thought you were gonna tell her, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Well, I was waiting for the right moment. You know, like right after we landed in New York.
Blanche: New York? I want to go to an island.
Dorothy: New York is an island.
Blanche: No, I mean some place where swarthy men who don't speak English rub oil all over your body.
Dorothy: Great, then we can go for a ride on the subway.