Dorothy: You know, it's all our own fault. We behaved like a bunch of teenage groupies.
Blanche: The first good-Iooking, sexy, debonair, charming man that rolls into town, and we got on him quicker than mustard on a tie at a county fair.
Dorothy: It's hard to stay mad at the guy. I don't know. There was something special about him. He made me feel beautiful.
Blanche: He made me feel young.
Rose: He made me feel smart.
Dorothy: God, what an actor.