Dorothy: Honey, did Barry call?
Blanche: Not that I know of.
Dorothy: We're supposed to go out again.
Blanche: Sounds like lunch went well.
Dorothy: Oh, we had such fun. You know, Barry is exactly as I remembered.
Blanche: Come on, now. After 35 years, there must have been some surprises.
Dorothy: Well, a few. You know, his hair's a little thinner, he's put on a little weight.
Blanche: But is he still your fantasy lover, or has the fantasy become a reality?
Dorothy: Well, not exactly. You see, Barry Glick is gay.
Sophia: I knew he was gay. I could tell by the way he used to worship Buster Crabbe.
Blanche: Oh, honey, are you just devastated?
Dorothy: Oh, hey, what the hell? I mean, if I can't have him, at least I know no other woman can have him, either.