Dorothy: Come on, Rose, it'll be fun. You like square dancing.
Rose: No, thanks.
Blanche: You're only gonna be dancing with men. You can't kill them by doing that.
Rose: Nope. No more men. That's it for me.
Blanche: No more men? My God, I would die. I would just die.
Dorothy: It's not like no more food, Blanche.
Blanche: It's worse!