Dorothy: You know, I knew someone who went to this fabulous restaurant in Paris and just had watercress for lunch because, you know, she didn't want to gain weight. And then after lunch, she walked out of the restaurant and a gargoyle fell off the building, hit her on the head, and killed her.
Blanche: Oh, no.
Dorothy: I mean, look at what her last meal was.
Blanche: That is tragic, just tragic. Here, honey, dig in.
Dorothy: 'Course, it will be just my luck. I'll eat, I'll gain 40 pounds, and live to be 90.
Rose: Me, too. I'm healthy as a horse. Unfortunately, I'll wind up looking like one.
Blanche: You know, all it takes is one little dessert and my panties cut off my circulation.
Dorothy: I pass.
Rose: Me, too.
Blanche: I'm not touching that.
Dorothy: I mean, I put on 12 pounds just from dinner alone.
Blanche: Let's go for a walk.
Rose: Right, burn it off.
Dorothy: Are you kidding? After what we ate, we'd have to walk to Canada.
Blanche: Oh, Mounties. I love Canadian men!