Dorothy: Rose, what are you doing up?
Rose: I can't sleep. I keep having nightmares about the banquet.
Dorothy: Oh? What kind of nightmares?
Rose: I'm at the banquet. It looks beautiful. I look beautiful. Everybody looks beautiful. And suddenly Charlton Heston walks in, dressed like Moses. And he tries to part the dessert table. And when that doesn't work, he rounds up the guests and leads them to the lingerie department of the nearest JCPenney's, where everybody starts making fun of the fat-lady underwear. What do you suppose it means?
Dorothy: That you've spent too many years sleeping on curlers.