Blanche: What's the matter, honey? Aren't you feeling well?
Rose: Just a little achy, that's all.
Dorothy: Achy? What kind of achy? Headachy, stomach-achy, back-achy, what achy?
Blanche: Well, Dorothy, relax. It's probably just a little cold. She'll be all right.
Dorothy: Yes, but I won't. I hear a story about somebody catching a cold and I get one. I am very susceptible. I have low resistance. I have a tendency to be anemic, right, Ma?
Sophia: You're a hypochondriac.
Dorothy: That, too.