Oh, Dorothy, high school reunions can be so much fun. I will never forget mine! I was the most successful person there.
Dorothy
Blanche, didn't you go to school with that brilliant doctor who won the Nobel Prize?
Oh, yes, but she let her looks go to hell.
Dorothy
Oh, a girl never had a better friend than Trudy McMahon.
Dorothy
What, Ma?
Oh, nothing, my underwear just hiked up on me. Right while you were lying.
Dorothy
Why do you say I'm lying?
A girl never had a better friend than Trudy McMahon? Somebody here doesn't remember Prom Night 1946!
I don't know, I'm that somebody.
Dorothy
I am so excited! I can't believe I'm going to see Trudy again after all these years!
Oh, I'm excited for you too, Dorothy. That's why I want everything perfect. I'm making Scandinavia's oldest and most traditional appetizer treat: cheese and crackers.
Cheese and crackers, Rose? Not eggs gefluffen? Ham and gunterhoggins? Pigs in a svengebluten?
No, but you sure know how to make a girl's mouth water!
(begins to tell a story about "acceptance" to console Dorothy) I remember I was a blossomin' belle who had just won the Little Miss Magnolia pageant...
Dorothy
Blanche, before you start, realize I am very vulnerable now, and in no mood to hear a story about you and some yahoo-cracker with four first names pawing at each other under a magnolia tree.
Well, pardon me, Dorothy, but we can't all come from places as socially acceptable as Brooklyn.
Dorothy
I'm sorry, Blanche, I'm sorry, go on with the story. Just try to shy away from words like "tarnation" and "catfish."
Fine. Anyway, I was about eight years old when I first met Cathy Lee on the playground. We became fast friends. Just as thick as Louisiana blackstrap molasses on a stack of johnnycakes as high as an elephant's knee---
Dorothy
On a riverboat floating down the Mississippi delta... FINISH THE DAMN STORY, BLANCHE!
Anyway, it was at a Southern seafood fry that I proudly dragged Cathy Lee over to meet my folks. Well, my mama took one look at Cathy Lee and forbade me ever to see her again!
Because her mother was not in the Daughters of the Confederacy. Oh, how my heart went out to little Cathy Lee, standin' there while our servants snickered at her servants. But Mama insisted I break off the friendship, or I wouldn't get brand new ridin' boots for Christmas! So I did.
Dorothy
Blanche, why is this a story about acceptance?
Oh - because years later, to get back at me, Cathy Lee slept with my daddy! That was something I had to accept. Mama accepted it too - along with a brand new Cadillac Eldorado for her birthday. You know, my family had a few dollars, and I loved them dearly, but when you get right down to it, basically they were trash.
[bursting into Dorothy's room] Picture it! Sicily, 1852!
Dorothy
Ma, I am in no mood; and besides, you weren't alive in 1852.
What, we can't learn from history? It was mid-century, and a disillusioned Italy looked to the House of Savoy for leadership. Giuseppe Garibaldi, our courageous leader - and not a bad dresser - thought, "Let's regain some national pride and jump into this Crimean War thing." Of course, there was a big kickoff party at Giuseppe's beach house, and everyone came. Coincidentally, this was also the night his wife, Rosa, hit her sexual peak.
Dorothy
Ma, I am in here because of GUILT! This isn't a story about guilt.
This is a story about being a bad hostess! While Rosa had Giuseppe in the bedroom with his saber around his ankles, two hundred hungry guests were strip-searching mice for a piece of cheese!
Dorothy
Ma, so what's your point? That Rosa and I throw bad parties?
That's my minor point. My major point is, that like Rosa, you're screwing around in the bedroom while there are important things to do outside!
Dorothy
[rolls the dice, moves her game piece and picks a card from the center of the gameboard] How odd, I can either buy the library or the phonebooth in the center of town. I'll buy the library.
If I were you, I'd buy the phonebooth.
Dorothy
Why?
People use the phonebooth.
Well, Rose, I might not have any idea what it's like to feel the kind of dependency you do, but, there was a time in my life when I tried quittin' somethin'.
Dorothy
Blanche, you don't mean...
Sex, Dorothy. I tried quittin' sex.
Dorothy
Obviously you fell off the wagon.
[about her sister Holly] We haven't gotten along since we were kids.
Why is she coming here then?
Well, she's here on business. She's a world renown flautist.
Dorothy
Oh, she plays the flute?
No, Dorothy, she plays the flaut. It's a Scandinavian instrument that looks like a tuba except it's got hair on the bottom. Of course she plays the flute!
Dorothy
Ma, you cannot get upset over [losing] one pound.
Maybe you can't, I can. For fifty years my weight hasn't changed by an ounce, and as far as I'm concerned, until I'm back to 99, I'm no longer Sophia Petrillo.
Mornin', Dorothy. Mornin', Sophia.
YYvonne
[leads the girls' workout] Whirlybirds!
WWomen
[imitate Yvonne] Whirlybirds!
YYvonne
Windshield wipers!
WWomen
Windshield wipers!
YYvonne
[suddenly stops and grabs her leg in pain while still hopping] Oh! Charley horse!
[grabs her leg and hops] Charley horse!
Dorothy
She has a cramp, you peabrain!
Dorothy
I can't balance my checkbook. Ah, what the hell, I'm only off by a few pennies.
A few pennies? To you it may not be much, but back in Sicily, a few pennies could make the difference between owning a gun and having to insert bullets into your victim manually.