Blanche: What are we screaming at?
Rose: I'm not sure. Dorothy?
Dorothy: The mouse, the mouse! Rose, you promised that you'd get rid of it!
Rose: Oh, I'm sorry, Dorothy. I tried to reason with him, but he just didn't seem to understand why he had to leave. Oh, I thought I had him convinced, but at the last minute, he changed his mind. Which surprised me, because mice aren't usually fickle. But this mouse is an odd duck!
Dorothy: Rose, how many head wounds have you had?