Dorothy: Come on, Blanche. You look wonderful, Rose. Absolutely lovely.
Rose: Well, I suppose I should go. I haven't had a date in three months, but I just don't know what to do. I adore Arnie. He's the sweetest man in the world, and very special to me. And it'll be hard not to, you know, because I like him so much, and since we're going away for the weekend, and since we already have, if I don't, then he'll think I don't like him anymore, and I do. So maybe I will, but I don't know. I might not.
Blanche: Rose! Rose, honey, you know you are not responsible for Al's death, so why don't you just go on, have a good time, and whatever happens, happens.
Rose: I know Al had bad arteries, but still, I can't be totally sure.
Dorothy: Come on, now, Rose. You do what makes you comfortable and don't worry about anything else.
Rose: Okay.