Dorothy: Blanche, I'm not sure that this is a good idea, either. I mean, beauty pageants are archaic and sexist, not to mention degrading.
Rose: Lost the Little Miss Brooklyn contest, did you?
Dorothy: I practiced that trombone for weeks! And there was Ma sitting in the front row, sucking a lemon.
Blanche: Well, you were just nervous because your mother was in the front row.
Dorothy: She was a judge.