Rose: Here are my pills. I took one last night.
Dorothy: But, Rose, you got through an entire night without them. I thought you had it beat.
Rose: So did I! Dorothy, when you were staying up with me, I felt like I was safe, that I could rely on your strength to get me through it. But, Dorothy, you're not enough. These are even stronger than you are.
Dorothy: Honey, let me call a recovery center.
Rose: No, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Listen, this is not just gonna go away, Rose.
Rose: I know. But I think the first step is for me to make that call.

Blanche: You know, Dorothy, I'm a little nervous. Rose was on those pills for 30 years. If one month in the hospital has helped her kick the habit, she may not be the same Rose we know. She may be an entirely different person. I know because it happened to me once. Before my mama sent me off to beauty camp, I was a pencil-thin, flat-chested, four-eyed nerd.
Sophia: I don't believe it. You pencil-thin?