Kenny: Breakfast is cereal and coffee. And they ask you to pay a quarter, but if you say you don't have it, no one makes a fuss. Just make sure you get there early. A lot of times they run out.
Blanche: Well, lovely as that sounds, Kenny, I usually skip breakfast. When you reach 45, you have to keep an eye on your figure, if you know what I mean.
Kenny: Blanche, who do you think you're fooling?
Blanche: Oh, all right. 48.
Kenny: That's not what I mean. I mean, what are you doing in this place? You don't belong here.
Blanche: I most certainly do.
Kenny: Hey, hey, it's OK. I'm just curious. See, I don't belong here either.
Blanche: You don't?
Kenny: No. I'm in graduate school. I'm undercover, working on my doctorate in sociology.
Blanche: Now, I knew it. I knew it. The minute we started talking, I said to myself: "Now, how could a bright boy like him end up here?" You're more like my own son than you are like those people you see stopping strangers for spare change. Oh, well, that explains it all. Now I feel much better. So you're really a student working on your doctorate.
Kenny: I'm really an alcoholic who needs a place to sleep.
Blanche: What?
Kenny: It's true. I've already got my doctorate.