Blanche: You're angry.
Rose: I am not.
Blanche: Yes, I can tell. When you're really angry, you purse your little lips so tight, they almost disappear. See?
Dorothy: [entering] Have her lips come out yet?
Blanche: Nope, she's still mad at me.
Rose: I'm not mad. But if I were, I'd have every reason to be.
Dorothy: Rose, come on now. You're about to swallow your chin.