Rose: I thought you went to dancing school.
Blanche: Oh, that was different. That was partner dancing, up close and personal. Rose, what I didn't tell you was, when I was five, Mama enrolled me in a tap-dancing class. For six months, we practiced. One hour a day, two days a week. And I was good. I was cute and I was good, real good. And then finally, it came time for the night of the recital. There were 13 little girls up there with our little Shirley Temple curls and our little starched white pinafores and our little Mary Jane shoes. Then they opened the curtain and the music started and 12 little girls started to dance. And one little girl wet her pants. That girl in the puddle was me. Oh, God, I have never told that to another living soul, Rose! You see, I thought I had overcome my fear, honey. But I just haven't, and performing is a nightmare for me.