Blanche: Well, I can't help it. There's something about a man in a Santa Claus suit that drives me absolutely crazy. Maybe it's the warmth of all that red, hot, sweaty flannel. Set against the austere coldness of those black patent leather jackboots. Or maybe it's because those rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes bespeak a passion that is about to erupt from a man who just spent a cold, Ionely year cooped up with a pack of dwarves. I'm not sure. All I know is the sight of a Santa sets my body aflame with unbridled desire.

Blanche: Rose? Dorothy? Sophia? The coast is clear. Come on in, Ed. [a man dressed in a Santa outfit enters] My roommates are still out shopping, so we have the place to ourselves. Now it's time to find out who's naughty or nice.

Blanche: Girls, I wanna give you all my gifts next, okay. I just thought this was such a cute idea, I made the same one for each of you. Here. Sophia.
Rose: "The Men Of Blanche's Boudoir."
Blanche: It's a calendar. Each month has the picture of a man who's brought some special joy into my life.
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche. Oh, honey. This is so thoughtful. Whoa!
Blanche: September?
Dorothy: Yep.
Sophia: I'm surprised you were able to walk in October.