Caterer: Who's in charge here?
Blanche: What's the problem?
Caterer: I'm the caterer. It's two o'clock. The guests are waiting. Why isn't the show on the road?
Dorothy: Ma, I know you're in there.
Blanche: The wedding is off.
Max: She doesn't approve.
Caterer: She doesn't approve? Now, look here, Stretch. I have a hundred cheese puffs and a sensitive assistant both on the verge of collapse. Whatever the problem is, overlook it. My mother did with my marriage. And if you say something smart, I'll slap you silly.
Dorothy: Listen, this is a private moment, so butt out, Rambo.