Blanche: I still don't understand why you cannot remember this man. He says you seriously dated. I mean, how many boyfriends could a naive farmer's daughter possibly have had? Two? Three?
Rose: Well, it depends. What's your definition of a boyfriend?
Blanche: Any man you bring to a fevered pitch of uncontrollable ecstasy.
Rose: Oh. Fifty-six.
Blanche: Excuse me?
Rose: I had about 56 boyfriends. Of course, that was before I knew Charlie. I probably would have had more, but I wasn't allowed to start dating until I was a senior.
Blanche: Fifty-six? Fifty-six?
Dorothy: Oh, God, stand back. She's gonna blow!