Rose (entering kitchen): "'Miami's sordid sex scene: Who's to blame?'" Dorothy (points at Blanche): "That's her; she's the one." Rose: "Oh no this isn't about Blanche."
Blanche: "Sophia there's somethin' I don't understand. Now you're always a bit - ornery, unpleasant, impolite, even downright mean that's part of your charm." Sophia: "Thank you, you bed-hopping relic." (Blanche pops Sophia's balloon.)