[fantasy:]
Dorothy: Calm down. Calm down, everybody. How did this happen?
Blanche: I remember. That moron made us promise we'd have our heads frozen and meet 100 years later.
Dorothy: And we did it?
Rose: I guess so. But I thought they'd have given us bodies by now.
Dorothy: What the hell made you think that people would be lining up to donate their bodies? God, we look like a reunion of Henry VIII's wives.
Rose: Come on, Dorothy, look on the bright side for a change.
Dorothy: Okay. Blanche, you've lost weight.
Blanche: Rose Nylund, I could just strangle you.
Rose: With what?