Blanche: Hi Rose, what's goin' on?
Rose: Oh I'm just sitting here kicking myself for not taking care of my gallbladder, and for going to that hospital for the operation, and for letting them give me blood without asking first, 'Oh excuse me, are you sure this isn't going to kill me one day'?
Blanche: Now, now, Rose, take it easy.
Rose: Why does everyone keep saying that? I don't *feel* like taking it easy. I might have AIDS, and it scares the hell out of me. And yet every time I open my mouth to talk about it, somebody says 'There, there, Rose, take it easy'.
Blanche: I'm sorry, honey.
Rose: Why me, Blanche? I'm tired of pretending I feel okay so you won't say, 'Take it easy', and I'm tired of you saying 'Take it easy' because you're afraid I'm going to fall apart. Dammit, why is this happening to me? I mean, this isn't supposed to happen to people like me. You must've gone to bed with *hundreds* of men. All I had was one innocent operation.
Blanche: [insulted] Hey, wait a minute! Are you saying this should be me and not you?
Rose: No! No, I'm just saying that I am a good person. Hell, I'm a goody-two-shoes!
Blanche: AIDS is not a bad person's disease, Rose, it is not God punishin' people for their sins!
Rose: [quietly] You're right, Blanche.
Blanche: Well you're damn straight I'm right!
Blanche: [pause] I'm sorry I yelled at you.
Rose: Oh, don't apologize, I mean this is what I want. Oh, God, this waiting is driving me crazy! Blanche, when you were tested, how did you make it through?
Blanche: Just kept it to myself, and acted like a real bitch to everybody else.
Rose: No wonder we never knew!