Dorothy: Well, I guess Ma and Gloria aren't coming back for dinner. What say we go out and grab a hamburger?
Blanche: Oh, sounds good to me. [leaves through the swinging kitchen door, lets it swing back]
Rose: This reminds me of when Daddy used to take us for hamburgers on Saturday night. We'd grab our dog Binky, and we'd pile into the- [is hit by the swinging door]