Myrtle: I'm talking about Sophia. How did she die?
Blanche: What do you mean, how did she... Excuse me. Rose, listen, I want you to think now, very carefully. When you sent out those invitations, you did remember to tell everyone Sophia's really alive, didn't you?
Rose: Blanche, I'm offended. How dumb do you think I am? I put it... I made the freaking hors d'oeuvres. Leave me alone.