Rose: So what should I do?
Blanche: Say something to her. Tell her you have to get something off your chest and put your foot down. That girl thinks only of herself.
Rose: You're right. Put my foot down. Get it off my chest.
Dorothy: Hi, Rose. Where you goin'?
Rose: Dorothy, I'm going to get something off my foot.
Dorothy: Good for you, Rose. Careful of the carpet.