Blanche: I did all this work, Rose. I worked so hard.
Rose: Oh, I know you did, Blanche.
Blanche: All I ever wanted was to be special. I thought this would do it. I thought I'd publish a novel and I'd be special. 'Course, I've always been special because of my looks, but they won't last forever. I have to be realistic. Another 20 or 30 years. My face and body might start to go and then I'll have nothing to make me special.