Dorothy: Girls. Girls, look what I found under my bed.
Rose: Gee, that's the most colorful dust ball I've ever seen.
Dorothy: This is no dust ball, Rose.
Blanche: What do you think it is?
Dorothy: It's a rock. I think it may be some kind of charm.
Marguerite: It is. I learned it from my grandmother. You see, you put a specially-painted rock beneath a person's bed to bring them a restful sleep.
Dorothy: Are you saying that you put this under my bed?
Marguerite: But I was only trying to be helpful. I figured with those terrible bags, you needed the rest.
Rose: Dorothy always looks like that.
Blanche: Besides, it would take a lot more than rest to get rid of those babies.
Dorothy: Listen, I have an idea, why don't you all take turns hitting me with a two-by-four?