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Living Room. Blanche enters from the kitchen and heads towards the bedroom hallway.
Rose is sitting on the couch.
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Rose |
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Blanche, I can explain.
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Blanche |
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Explain what? It's got nothing to do with you. It's Laszlo.
I just saw some of the sketches he's been doing of me, Rose.
He never lets me see them. So today I looked through his things
and I found some. They're horrible. The hair is all big and
frizzy, the body is all droopy and saggy.
The woman in those sketches is a dog.
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Blanche walks towards Rose and throws her purse on the couch.
She then takes a seat next to Rose.
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Blanche |
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She's just a hideous, wrinkled old bag.
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Rose |
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The woman is those sketches is me.
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Blanche |
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I know she sounds like you honey, but she's not.
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Rose holds up her key to Laszlo's studio.
Blanche is stunned.
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Oh, I wanted to tell you about this all week but I couldn't.
I've been posing for Laszlo too.
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Blanche |
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Oh dear lord... strike me dead right here and now if
that man prefers Rose Nylund over me.
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Rose |
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Blanche, you can't take it personally. Laszlo just decided
he wanted someone with more... innocence.
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Blanche |
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With more cellulite is more like it.
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Blanche stands up and faces her.
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Dorothy enters from the Kitchen door.
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Dorothy |
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Girls, girls! What is going on here?
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Blanche |
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Nothing, Rose is just stabbing me in the back.
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Blanche |
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She's been posing for Laszlo too.
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Blanche |
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I don't know why, he could go to SeaWorld if he wanted
to see a naked whale.
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Blanche |
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Oh, that does it missy. All right, this means war. We'll both keep
going. We'll just see who he picks for his sculpture.
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Rose |
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Fine, it's going to be me.
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Blanche |
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No it's not. It's going to be me.
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Dorothy |
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Girls, girls, I think I can settle this.
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Blanche |
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All right Dorothy, tell her who it's going to be.
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Dorothy pulls out her own key to Laszlo's studio and proudly displays it to the other
two girls.
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Dorothy |
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It's going to be me.
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Off Dorothy's confident expression... fade to black.
Cut to exterior, house.
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