Jamie: Blanche! Honey, you always did look pretty when you held your breath.
Blanche: Jamie!
Jamie: Well, Blanche, why do you look so stricken? It can't be because Mother's dead. You two could never stand the sight of each other.
Blanche: I had forgotten how much you look like George, how much you sound like him.
Jamie: I can't help it. I'm his brother. Aren't you gonna introduce me?
Blanche: To who? Oh! Where are my manners? Jamie, these are my friends Dorothy and Rose.
Rose: Ladies, in her all-too-infrequent letters, Blanche has spoken of you in glowing terms. I feel real lucky to get the chance to know you personally.
Rose: Why, thank you, kind sir. [curtsies]
Dorothy: You'll have to excuse Rose. Every time a man speaks Southern at her, she goes all stupid.