Sophia: Blanche, I need you to take me to the eye doctor. It's time for a new prescription.
Blanche: I thought Dorothy was taking you.
Sophia: I don't know any Dorothy.
Rose: She's your daughter, Sophia.
Sophia: I'm being dramatic, you moron. I mean, I spit at the name Dorothy. I have no daughter. [tries to spit] I have no spit.