Dorothy: What are you doing up so late?
Rose: I was hungry. I was making myself a sandwich. Do you want one?
Dorothy: No, thanks, we went out to dinner.
Rose: Oh, that's nice. So you spent the evening at dinner.
Dorothy: No, we spent dinner at dinner. We spent the evening at a motel.
Rose: A motel? Dorothy! A cheap, tawdry, bare-bulb den of iniquity?
Dorothy: We didn't drive to Sodom and Gomorrah, Rose.