Blanche: What in hell are we doing here? I feel like I'm in the middle of some awful dream, yet I know it can't be a dream 'cause there are no boy dancers.
Becky: Mother!
Blanche: I just cannot believe you are actually gonna give money to someone like this... sperm pusher. You are a Devereaux. A Devereaux has never had to pay for it. I certainly haven't.
Dorothy: She's always depended on the kindness of strangers.