Dorothy: Oh, Harry, thanks so much for coming over.
Harry: Frank! Frank, talk to me. What's going on here?
Blanche: He isn't feeling very well, so we thought we'd have you over for a drink.
Dorothy: Hey, why don't we just forget the baby and go dancing?
Harry: Oh! Blanche, that is some outfit! What do you call that?
Blanche: A negligee.
Harry: Brings back fond memories. My mother used to have one just like it.
Blanche: Here, take him. He's wet.
Harry: Well, somebody better change him, or he'll get a rash on his winky.