The necklace sits in the middle of the coffee table like a poisonous snake. JULIAN is explaining. The girls are gathered around.
BLANCHE sashays out. DOROTHY sighs. ROSE starts separating jelly beans again. SOPHIA steals a handful and shoves them in her mouth.
I’ve been called a lot of things, Blanche. A friend, a roommate, a towering pillar of sarcasm. But never an entourage. Does it come with a per diem?
It’s a cubic zirconia, ma’am. Worth about twelve dollars. He was running a confidence game. He’d “dispose” of the necklace for a fee, then sell you a fake story and a fake receipt.
The necklace is around BLANCHE’s neck. She’s in a tight, gold lamé dress. ROSE is wearing a sensible floral mumu. DOROTHY is in her standard black shift dress. SOPHIA is in a track suit.
I’m so sorry, ladies. They followed me.
I don’t feel safe, Dorothy. What if the Sicilian Squirrel’s nephews show up?
Season 4, Episode 12: "The Impertinent Necklace"
To George. A liar, but a stylish one.
Don’t make a thing of it. Just promise that the next time you find “true love,” you’ll run a background check on his family jewels first. Act Three: The Rusty Anchor. Night.
Thank you for being a friend... Act One: The Living Room. Afternoon.
No, you don’t understand. That ruby is a priceless 18th-century forgery. It was stolen from a Venetian countess in 1923. Interpol has been looking for it for sixty years. If you wear that in public, you’ll be arrested for possession of stolen goods.
Fast Eddie. You’re under arrest.
(admiring herself in the mirror): This necklace is destiny. Tonight, a wealthy, handsome widower will see the ruby, think “confidence,” and buy me a piña colada.
You know, back in the Paleolithic era, your ancestors painted on cave walls. You, Rose, got the leftover rock and decided to lick it.