Blanche: Actually, I would like to say something else, if you don't mind. Please let me in.
Mrs. Ward: No! Next up-
Blanche: That wasn't what I was going to say. Yes, I am a Yankee, but hath not a Yankee eyes? Hath not a Yankee hands? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
Sophia: Sometimes all night. I've heard her.
Blanche: My point is, I am made up of many ingredients, but perhaps that is what gives me my uniquely American flavor. Yes, for I am an American, and I'm leavin'. I don't need your lousy club to make me feel special. Oh, please?
All: No!
Blanche: Oh, you lost the war. Get over it.