Blanche: Girls, you'll never guess what happened. Norman threw me over for a fat woman.
Rose: Oh, Blanche, I'm sorry.
Blanche: Thank you, Rose, but Dorothy's the one who ought to be sorry, it's all her fault.
Dorothy: What? What did I do?
Blanche: Well, you made us fire Marguerite. Now she's put a curse on us.
Dorothy: Come on now. You're just upset. You're talking nonsense.
Rose: Well, it makes perfect sense to me.
Dorothy: I rest my case.