Dorothy: Oh, and I feel great. As a matter of fact, a toast. To finality and closure. To husbands being out of our lives, and gone forever!
Blanche: Oh, Dorothy!
Dorothy: No, wait, wait. This This is good. I mean, don't cry. Why are you crying?
Rose: Our husbands are dead, you monster.
Dorothy: I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't mean it that way. Oh, come on now, let's celebrate.
Blanche: Celebrate? You don't know what it's like to have a husband die and leave you with nothin'. Just a closet full of suits that you spend the rest of your lonely life tryin' to get rid of. What are you, anyway, a 42 regular?