Dorothy: They need an aphrodisiac.
Rose: An African what?
Dorothy: An aphrodisiac. It's a substance that makes you feel sexy.
Rose: Really? Like what?
Dorothy: Like, uh, Spanish fly.
Rose: Spanish flies?
Dorothy: Fly. Fly, Rose. One fly.
Rose: Oh, come on, Dorothy. I've been to Spain. It's not the cleanest country in the world. They got thousands of flies. Valencia alone...
Dorothy: It is not a fly, Rose.
Rose: Spanish fly is not a fly?
Dorothy: No.
Rose: What is it?
Dorothy: It's a beetle.
Rose: They call it a fly but it's really a beetle?
Dorothy: Yes.
Rose: How do they know it's Spanish?
Dorothy: Because it wears a little sombrero, Rose.
Rose: Well, why don't they just call it a beetle, Spanish beetle?
Dorothy: Because they call it Spanish fly.
Rose: Well, what do they call their flies?
Dorothy: I don't care, Rose. Forget it. I don't care. The minks can sit there and we'll lose our money. Just don't mention Spanish fly to me again.
Rose: You're really touchy about these Spanish flies, aren't you?