Dorothy: Look, Blanche, the Rusty Anchor is not worth risking our friendship over. If you want me to stop coming here, just say so.
Blanche: I want you to stop comin' here.
Dorothy: Like hell I will.
Blanche: Then what are we gonna do? Why don't we share?
Dorothy: Let's just be sure that we both don't show up on the same night.
Blanche: You mean, like I would come three nights a week, and you come three?
Dorothy: Right. Oh, wait a minute. What about Sunday?
Blanche: Oh, you don't wanna come on a Sunday, Dorothy. The men have been watching football all day long. They're drunk and rowdy...
Dorothy: Yeah, you want Sundays, don't you?
Blanche: Please.