Blanche: Now, I am wearing this dress. Dorothy! It deserves to be displayed on a devastatingly beautiful body.
Dorothy: Who are you gonna send it to, Kim Basinger?
Blanche: And what is that supposed to mean?
Dorothy: Why don't you think about it while inhaling your next cheese cake.
Blanche: How dare she imply that I overeat. Oh, makes me so mad! Oh, darn. We're out of Chips Ahoy. I'm gonna get out of this girdle and go down to the market for some cookies and bean dip.