Blanche: Hi, girls.
Dorothy: Blanche, honey, what are you doing here? I thought the reunion wasn't over till tomorrow.
Blanche: No, it isn't. I just decided I'd come home a day early.
Rose: Is there something wrong?
Blanche: No, nothing. [eating straight out of a tray of lasagna] Whatever gave you that idea?
Dorothy: As long as nothing's bothering you. Would you like us to defrost a loin of pork so you can scoop up the sauce?