Dorothy: Rose, there is something very odd about that all-female jazz band.
Rose: What?
Dorothy: They're all men.
Rose: I just thought they were really ugly women. What are we going to do?
Dorothy: Nothing. They sound great. If we pretend nothing is wrong, maybe no-one will notice.
Sophia: Hey, did you get a load of those queens on the bandstand?
Dorothy: Keep your voice down.
Sophia: What for? You think they don't know they're queens?