Blanche: Oh, I am so mad.
Rose: Blanche, I can explain.
Blanche: Explain what? It's got nothing to do with you. It's Laszlo. I just saw some of the sketches he's been doing of me, Rose. He never lets me see them. So today I looked through his things and found some. They're horrible. My hair's all big and frizzy. The body's all droopy and saggy. The woman in those sketches is a dog.
Rose: Blanche.
Blanche: She's a clown.
Rose: Blanche.
Blanche: She's just a hideous, wrinkled, old bag.
Rose: Blanche, the woman in those sketches is me.
Blanche: I know she sounds like you, honey, but she's not.