Blanche: Dorothy, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but there's something about Jean that bothers me.
Dorothy: Bothers you?
Blanche: Uh-huh. Every time I suggest she go on a date, the two of you change the subject.
Dorothy: Oh, come on, Blanche, that's ridiculous. Look. I think the rain is beginning to let up.
Blanche: Dorothy, I may be a lot of things, but naive is not one of them. Face it. Your friend Jean... is seeing a married man.
Dorothy: Blanche, that is absolutely uncanny.
Blanche: I wasn't born yesterday.