Dorothy: Oh, come on, Blanche. When you come back from a walk along the beach you spend an hour shaking the sand out of your underalls.
Blanche: Just exactly do you mean?
Dorothy: I mean Blanche Devereaux does not stay out all night with a man just to go walking along the beach.
Blanche: Well, never before, that's true. But as Beauregard Jefferson kindly pointed out on my sixteenth birthday, there's a first time for everything.