Laszlo: I wanted to say that I would rather not decide at all.
Blanche: Oh, but, Laszlo, you've got to. It's the only way. Otherwise, it'll just end up coming between the three of us. So now tell us, which one of us is it gonna be? Dorothy here, or Rose, or a woman whose breasts you once described as "perfect champagne glass-sized orbs of dancing loveliness"?
Laszlo: Blanche, I did not say that.
Blanche: Well, you agreed when I said it.