Blanche: Dorothy, do you love him?
Dorothy: Well, what does that mean, Blanche? He was my husband, he was the father of my children. Of course I have feelings for him.
Blanche: Uh-huh. Well, what are they?
Dorothy: Love. I guess I love him. Oh, I can't believe it. Of course I don't love the fact that he still keeps his toupee in the lettuce crisper. But it does look fresher, and you deal with it.