Blanche: Which sister is this, Rose?
Rose: My younger sister Holly. Frankly, I'm not too happy about it. This is a terrible thing to say, but I don't really like her. We haven't gotten along since we were kids.
Blanche: Why is she coming here, then?
Rose: Well, she's here on business. She's a world-renowned flautist.
Dorothy: She plays the flute?
Rose: No, Dorothy, she plays the flaut. It's a Scandinavian instrument that looks like a tuba, except it's got hair on the bottom. Of course she plays the flute! I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a little wound up.