Blanche: You know, girls, these last few weeks with Jake have been wonderful, oh but there's somethings about him that I cannot get used to.
Dorothy: Really? Like what?
Blanche: Well, it's a question of breeding. He uses his fingers instead of his knife to push his food. He tucks his napkin into his collar. He wears white after Labor Day.
Dorothy: Blanche, the man is a winner. What's the matter with you?
Blanche: I don't know. Maybe I'm just overly critical. That sometimes happens when you're stunningly beautiful.
Dorothy: Not to mention endlessly irritating.