Blanche: Did I ever tell you girls I met my husband George on Christmas Eve?
Rose: Oh, Blanche, how exciting. Let me tell you just how exciting a Christmas Eve can be. I was home from college on Christmas vacation when my best friend, Lisa Jane Villa, fixed me up with the most beautiful boy I'd ever laid my eyes on.
Dorothy: George.
Blanche: No, this was Richard J. Wild. And believe me, his name said it all. We must have pulled over on the side of the road five times on our way to that Christmas dance.
Rose: It's always best to drive defensively over the holidays.
Blanche: Anyway, when we finally got to the dance, why Richard dropped me off, and I turned and ran smack into a man so gorgeous, he made Richard J. Wild look like a prepubescent choirboy.
Rose: George.
Blanche: No, no, no, Ernie Willis. Well, Ernie smiled, and the next thing I knew, we were dancing in a local bar. When all of a sudden I heard a deep voice say, "May I cut in?" Well, when I turned I saw the man I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
Albert: George.
Blanche: No, no, Thomas Penville. Uh-huh. Well, Thomas and I left the bar...
Dorothy: Blanche, I could get herpes listening to this story! At what point in the evening did you finally meet George?
Blanche: Well, I didn't meet George that Christmas Eve. That was the next Christmas Eve, but that was a boring story. I said I was going to tell you an exciting story.