[flashback:]
Margaret: Well, I thought that happened to Virginia. Wasn't Virginia the slut?
Blanche: No, ma'am. That was me.
Margaret: Blanche, that didn't happen on Mother's Day. That happened Christmas Day, 19... 1949.
Blanche: You're right. Hey, that was Christmas D- You remembered, Mama.
Margaret: Blanche, there are days when I can't remember who I am, but trust me, I remember every stunt you ever pulled. That's how I got half the gray hairs on this 85-year-old head.
Blanche: Honey, you're 89.
Margaret: Oh, darlin', didn't I ever teach you anything? No true lady ever tells her age.
Blanche: Happy Mother's Day, Mama.