Rose: I do not talk in my sleep.
Blanche: Oh, yes, you do too. And you snore.
Rose: No, I don't.
Rose: Dorothy snores.
Blanche: Oh, that's right. Dorothy, you snore worse than a sailor passed out at an adult motel after a night of unbridled passion while I called a cab to take me ho... Never mind. The point is, you snore.