Dorothy: Hi, Blanche.
Blanche: Eat dirt and die, trash.
Sophia: Just hold it right there, Blanche.
Dorothy: Look, you stay out of this, Ma.
Sophia: That banquet you're so mad about, they're throwing it in your honor.
Blanche: What?
Dorothy: Ma, I told you, it was a secret.
Sophia: Your secret, not mine.
Blanche: Is this true?
Dorothy: Yes, it is.
Sophia: And now you feel like the dirt you wanted my daughter to eat, I think I'll go into the kitchen and have a nice, hard candy.