Blanche: Well, I certainly am not. I am well in touch with my feelings and I certainly know my own mind, George.
Now, you've just been talking nonsense. Take it back this second.
Jamie: Jamie.
Blanche: What?
Jamie: You called me George.
Blanche: Well don't you think I would know if I had called you Jamie, George? I mean I mean George, Jam- Oh, well, Jamie, George, what's the difference?
Jamie: There is a difference, Blanche.
Blanche: You're just so much like him.
Jamie: But I'm not him.
Blanche: I feel like a fool.
Jamie: Oh, Blanche, honey. It's never foolish to hold on to a memory. Sometimes it's all we're left with.
Blanche: I miss him so much.
Jamie: I know. I miss him too.