Blanche: Well, my dream is crushed. I always wanted to be rich and famous and now it's not gonna happen.
Rose: I know a poem that might help. It goes: "Never, ever give up your dreams, even when they're doused in sorrow, because even though they seem far away, they could come true tomorrow." I wrote that, Blanche.
Blanche: You know, it isn't half bad. It's better than a lot of them you read on greeting cards.
Rose: Oh, I have hundreds of them.
Blanche: You know what I'm thinking, Rose?
Rose: That with your drawings and my poems, we might go into the greeting card business together?
Blanche: No. I'm thinking about a place out at the beach where the waves break so hard, they knock the bathing suits right off the men coming out of the water.