Blanche: I've got to do something. I can't just sit idly back and let this wedding take place. Oh, how in the name of Mother Dixie can a woman named Zbornak appreciate the majesty of Hollingsworth Manor?
Sophia: Sitting on the veranda with her mother.
Blanche: And what makes you think the newlyweds are gonna welcome you on the premises?
Sophia: What are you saying?
Blanche: Uncle Lucas may not be as fond of nasty, hateful, life-scarring barbs as the rest of us are.
Sophia: And your point is?
Blanche: Dorothy and Lucas may not want you around.
Sophia: Say, there's a fly in the Metamucil.