Rose, Miles called again. He wants you to meet him outside the concert hall.
I asked you to tell him I'm not going.
I'm not gonna do your dirty work for you, Rose.
Well, I don't wanna talk to him. He makes me feel foolish. I don't even feel comfortable telling him St. Olaf stories.
I want to know exactly what he said to make you feel that way.
Look, I'm not going out with him. You go, Blanche.
What?!
Well, you like him, I know you do. So you go.
Well, I couldn't!
Of course she couldn't!
You stay out of this, Dorothy.
Well, why not? It's all over between us. He'll know that tonight.
It's impossible. I'd feel like a... like a...
A backstabbing slut?
...No...
Please go. For me. I'll feel better knowing this thing is finally over with.
Well, since you put it that way. But only as a personal favor to you, honey. I guess I'd better go get dressed. [Blanche exits]
[to Dorothy] Can you believe that backstabbing slut?
