Dorothy: This place is like a sweatbox. Oh, great. The air conditioner's not working.
Rose: Who needs air conditioning? We have a fresh ocean breeze and a breathtaking view.
Blanche: We have no view.
Ramone: When the revolution comes, and the heads of Imperialist swine are impaled on sticks stuck in the sand for people to spit on, you'll be glad you don't got a view.