Blanche: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, girls, oh, my God, look!
Dorothy: What, Blanche, what?
Blanche: Look, all the men on this plane are bald!
Dorothy: It's all right, Blanche. The captain just turned off the "no bald men" sign.
Blanche: I am talking about my recurring dream. Remember? I'm trapped in an enclosed space full of bald men. Well, I didn't tell you the rest of it. All those bald men and I are on a plane and we fly into the ocean.
Dorothy: Oh, come on now, Blanche. You're behaving just as crazy as we are. It's just a coincidence.