Blanche: Mmm, I remember the first time anybody ever called me a widow. I was terribly Ionely and depressed, just missing George something awful. Finally, my best friend, Rebecca-Sue Bliss, persuaded me to join her for a night out. Well, we no sooner stepped through the door into the Boots And Saddle Grill than these two big, brawny truckers came over and offered us a drink. That is, until one of the truckers noticed my wedding band. Well, I was so stunned I couldn't speak. But Becky-Sue spoke right up, she said, "That's alright, she's a widow."
Rose: Blanche, you poor baby.
Blanche: I know. In fact, the next time I decided to party when George was out of town on business, I left that wedding ring at home.
Dorothy: Blanche, you were unfaithful to George?
Blanche: Oh, of course not, I was only flirting. There's nothing wrong with that. It keeps you healthy, keeps you in shape. Keeps your buttocks firm.
Dorothy: And I wasted all that time on jazzercise.