Blanche: Oh, girls, I'm just so glad you're still up. Wait till I tell you about my date!
Rose: Wait till I tell you about my discovery!
Dorothy: Let's hear it.
Rose: It came to me when I was enjoying my second cup of Ovaltine-
Blanche: Richard flew me to Atlanta for dinner in his private jet!
Dorothy: You're kidding.
Rose: -and that's when it hit me. We don't even need our sludge tube.
Dorothy: Rose.
Blanche: And then for dessert, he took me to this most romantic little bistro. And while the waiter was glazing my peaches, Richard leaned over and took my hand. And you know what he said?
Dorothy: What?
Rose: Our biggest worry will be tank sweat. [off Dorothy and Blanche's look] Sorry.