Dorothy: Blanche, what's with you and Rose?
Blanche: I'll tell you what. This.
Dorothy: What is it?
Blanche: Rose's diary.
Dorothy: What are you doing with it?
Blanche: It was just lying out on the dining room table. I picked it up, and the lock just popped right open just like this. Listen to this: "Dear Diary, I don't know how much longer I can stand living with these two pigs. At first, moving in with them seemed like a good way to save money, but it's just getting out of hand. If one isn't keeping me awake with her squealing, the other one is belching in my face." You do that sometimes, Dorothy. After you've had a Denver omelette.