Blanche: Well this is dandy. Just dandy. I knew I should never have let you two talk me into coming to this godforsaken place.
Dorothy: Oh, come off it, Blanche. We all agreed that this was where we wanted to spend our vacation.
Rose: All I wanted was a tan on my thighs. Now I'll probably end up a prisoner of the revolution. They'll rip my blouse and make me cook for the officers. And spit food in my face and make fun of my recipes. And, eventually, I'll catch the eye of some fat general with big sweat stains under his arms. And he'll force me to let out his uniforms and satisfy his ugly needs.
Dorothy: It sounds like Christmas with my ex-husband.