Bill: Excuse me. Well, if it isn't Susan Armstrong.
Blanche: Oh, and don't you look handsome, Bill. Wow, you haven't aged a bit. I've missed you.
Bill: Really, Susan? How about our baby? The one my parents raised? Do you ever miss him?
Blanche: You know, it isn't really good to dwell on the past. Um, so what do you do for a livin'? Bill? Bill? Oh, who cares.