[flashback:]
Rose: Well, I don't see how anybody can hate birthdays.
Blanche: Well, because they are constant reminders that with each passing year our bodies begin to sag, our faces begin to wrinkle, our hair begins to turn gray. Of course, none of that's happened to me yet. But it's only a question of time until I end up looking like the two of you.
Dorothy: Blanche, you keep that up, you won't have that much time left.