Rose: I killed her. I might just as well have shot her with a gun.
Dorothy: Honey, the woman was 83. She had a heart attack. It was just a coincidence. Now, you haven't slept for two nights. You have to stop torturing yourself.
Rose: I guess you're right.
Blanche: Oh, Rose, you can't sleep again?
Rose: No.
Blanche: Rose, you have to put this behind you. You killed Mrs. Claxton two days ago.
Dorothy: Blanche.
Blanche: I mean she died two days ago.