Blanche: I'm so proud of you, Dorothy. You're just doing beautifully. Nobody would dream you have a fear of flying. Unless they happen to glance at the bruises on my forearm. You think maybe you could hold on to something else for a while?
Dorothy: Oh, of course, honey, I'm sorry. [Dorothy wraps her arms around Blanche's neck]
Blanche: Oh! I meant like the arm rest.