Blanche: Dorothy, you found the dress for the banquet. Oh, do you just adore it? Does it stir emotions deep within you? Could you just throw yourself down and die for it?
Dorothy: It's a dress, Blanche, it's not the Alamo.
Blanche: Well, it must be pretty special. It took you five weeks to find it.
Dorothy: That's because I'm hard to fit.
Blanche: I can see that, Dorothy, I'm not blind. Well, I didn't mean anything by that, honey. Actually, I tend to fall between sizes myself. Usually, I'm smack dab between a four...
Dorothy: And a 16.