Blanche: I couldn't stay mad at you girls, you know? I did some thinking and I realized I was as much to blame for all this as you all were.
Dorothy: How?
Blanche: Oh, by talking so much. As you know, I've always talked a lot about my men. And, well, sometimes I've stretched the truth just a little. It's an old Southern tradition, storytelling. Just because you didn't have a good time there's no reason to bore your friends with a dull story, you know. So you embellish it, you add a little shading, a little color, a little hot tub. I guess it finally caught up with me. But I do think I've learned my lesson.