Blanche: Rose, Dorothy needs a hearing aid, but she won't get one because she's afraid she'll feel old.
Dorothy: I don't get it. When did I become my parents' age? Gosh, you know, I remember being 20 years old and--and worrying that if I didn't spend the holidays at home, I might never see them again. Everything changes so suddenly. You know what's young to me now? Forty. Suddenly, 40 is young.
Blanche: Oh, aren't you sweet.
Dorothy: [sighs] Every day it's something else. The hair gets gray. The eyes get weak.
Rose: And you shrink. It's scary. I mean, you measure your height against your arm span, and when they stop being equal, you're actually getting smaller.