Rose: Well, I suppose I could try it, but I could never, ever see myself going out with a man I met that way.
Blanche: Honey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Rose: Blanche, you make it sound like I'm the only woman in Miami who doesn't have a date.
Sophia: Rose, I need to borrow a silk scarf tonight.
Rose: You have a date?
Sophia: No, I'm doing the Dance of the Seven Veils, and I'm one short. Sometimes I worry about her.