Rose: Dorothy, what happened? Barbara just stormed out of here.
Dorothy: She's not coming back. You know, both of you were right about her. I can't believe that I couldn't see it. Can you ever forgive me?
Blanche: What do you think? Should we give her another chance?
Rose: We better. Best friends are hard to come by. Does this mean you'll go to the masquerade ball?
Dorothy: Yes. And I'll tell you something. After all the practice I have had lately, I'd be honored to be the horse's behind.