Blanche: Let's just change the subject, OK? If we're done with our journey to the land of make-believe, my secret admirer wants me to meet him for lunch.
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, I can't believe you're gonna do it. I mean, sure, the flowers are nice, but are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?
Blanche: Oh, come on, Dorothy, how much trouble can I get into in a public place?
Dorothy: How soon we forget the Greyhound terminal incident.