Rose: I'm not having a baby. I'm getting a baby. I got a telegram that my Uncle Hingeblotter had passed away and left me custody of his baby.
Blanche: [gasps] Oh, my God.
Dorothy: What are you gonna do?
Rose: Oh, I'm not sure. I've always dreamed of the chance to be a mother again, but it's a big responsibility.
Blanche: Oh, it sure is. I'm not sure I could even raise another baby at my age, and I'm far younger than you. And prettier. Not that prettier has anything to do with it, but I just am.