Blanche: What's the most romantic thing a man did for you, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Oh, well, the most romantic thing was when Stan proposed. He took me to a very expensive restaurant, and I went to the powder room, and when I returned, there was an open bottle of Dom Perignon and two filled glasses. And we clinked the glasses in a toast, and Stan gave me a coy smile, and I winked at him, and then I just downed the champagne in one gulp. And it didn't go down smoothly. Later, Stan told me that he put my engagement ring in the bottom of the glass.
Rose: Aw. Aw.
Dorothy: It turned up three days later.
Rose: Where'd it turn up, Dorothy?
Dorothy: On the Home Shopping Network, Rose!

Rose: Blanche, what was the most romantic thing a man ever did for you?
Blanche: Oh, that's easy. When George and I were courting and it was getting to the intimate stage, we went for a date in his big old Packard. Well, halfway home, we ran outta gas. It was dark, it was cold. So we held each other close. Both of us knew, right then and there, this was the night. Sure enough, pretty soon the windows were all fogged up from the heat generated by our bodies. After we were married, I told George that the only thing that could've made that evening more romantic was if we'd had candles and wine and a big blanket. So, on our tenth anniversary, George fired up the old Packard, and we drove along the same route as on that date, and, would't you know, we ran out of gas on exactly the same spot. Well, George said, "Blanche, why don't you look behind that tree?" So I did, and there was a basket with candles and wine and two long-stem glasses and a big blanket. We had a perfect evening.
Dorothy: Oh. Oh, that is beautiful, Blanche.
Rose: But isn't it a shame you didn't look behind the tree the first time? You could have had two perfect dates.

Rose: Oh. I see you're with my two double-crossing ex-friends. I'll come back later.
Sophia: What do you think this is, the 7-Eleven? I'm not open all night.