Blanche: Dorothy, you want to hear my idea? You won't believe it.
Dorothy: Sorry, Blanche, I can't.
Rose: What's the matter, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Oh, I don't know what to do. I just don't know. I was in front of the class and I couldn't talk. I was too tired to talk. Not that they would have listened. They were too busy sniffing the whiteout they'd stolen from typing class. I had to excuse them early. I mean, I just cannot get rid of this flu. And it keeps getting worse, not better.
Rose: But it's been months now. Maybe it's not the flu. Flu doesn't last that long.
Blanche: You ought to go back to Dr. Raymond.
Dorothy: I did, Blanche. He said I'm fine.