Dorothy: Blanche, forget about your hair. That is Rose's husband with you.
Blanche: Who, Charlie? No, I never met Charlie.
Rose: You not only met him. You slept with him, just like you sleep with everybody.
Blanche: I most certainly do not.
Rose: Oh, come on, Blanche. You've landed on your back more than... More than...
Dorothy: The American Gladiators.