Blanche: I cannot sleep anymore. I just lie there waiting for the authorities to catch up with me. Every siren I hear I know is for me. Every footstep outside my window belongs to that obsessive detective who will not rest until he tracks me down!
Dorothy: Blanche, you are being ridiculous. [doorbell rings]
Blanche: [opens door to Mr. Policeman] Oh, thank God! I can't live with myself anymore. Take me.
Dorothy: Blanche!
Blanche: Dorothy, please. Stay out of this. I know what's best. Just slap the handcuffs on me. The bed's this way.
Mr. Policeman: You know what's funny? I was supposed to be Mr. Mailman today.