Rose: Miles is cooking dinner to celebrate Frost's birthday. He invited us all, and we accepted.
Blanche: I don't remember ever agreeing to that.
Rose: Sure you did. I distinctly remember you said, "Oh, boy, Miles reading poetry. Sign me up. Sign me up." You sounded pretty definite.
Blanche: Sarcasm, Rose. That's like when I say, "You're so lucky to be a natural blonde."
Rose: Thank you.