Blanche: Oh, this is all my fault. This is all my fault.
Dorothy: Blanche, what are you talking about?
Blanche: Well, don't you see? I was the one who knew she wasn't feelin' well, and yet I insisted she go to that old reunion. [sighs] How can I be so self-centered? I couldn't even hear a cry for help. Oh, all I ever think about is me. Me, me, me, me, me, me, me.
Dorothy: Blanche, we all knew she wasn't feeling well.
Blanche: Do you mind, I'm talkin' about me.