Rose: That's when Buzz came along. He was St. Olaf's heppest cat. A musician. You know the type. He once put a whole box of Chiclets in his mouth on a dare.
Dorothy: Cool.
Rose: Well, I almost married Buzz. We were talking about it when he got a call from the Spike Jones Band. They need someone to make the whoop sound when Spike dropped his pants. Just before he went to New York, Buzz told me he'd be back, but I never saw him again. I waited for a while, but one gig led to another... Meanwhile, Charlie and I got closer. And you know what happened after that.
Blanche: Well, did Buzz ever get married?
Rose: No. He just traveled the world playing his music.
Dorothy: So how did you finally get over Buzz?
Rose: I never really did entirely. To this day, whenever I see a man drop his pants, some little part of me wants to go whoop!
Blanche: I know what you mean.