Blanche: Why don't you two just run along, and we'll catch up with you later.
Dorothy: Blanche.
Blanche: Don't you see that something is happening here.
Dorothy: Yes, it's the beginning of a disaster.
Blanche: We don't know that. Everything could turn out fine.
Rose: Can I get you something before we go? Coffee? Tea? A dairy product?
Isaac Newton: Cheese would be nice. Tends to calm my nerves.
Blanche: Thank you, sweet Jesus. It's a miracle.