Rose: Good morning.
Dorothy: Well, good morning.
Blanche: Rose Nylund, you little devil. Just look at you.
Rose: What?
Blanche: Don't you get coy with me. I can tell. The rosy cheeks, the bright smile, the distant, not-quite-there expression.
Sophia: She looks that way every day. What's your point?
Blanche: [sing-song] Rose has been with a man.