Stan: Come on, Dorothy, I'll take you home.
Dorothy: No, I'm not leaving.
Rose: Then we'll all stay.
Dorothy: No, you go.
Blanche: Oh, no. We're not going anywhere.
Dorothy: I would rather be alone. Please.
Stan: Are you sure, babe?
Rose: Would it be stupid to ask for a group hug?
Dorothy: Oh, of course not, honey. Hands above the waist, Stanley.