Blanche: Girls, I am just beside myself. Fidel's seein' another woman.
Dorothy: Are you sure?
Blanche: Yes. We used to see each other constantly. Now I'm lucky to see him twice a week. If he's not seeing another woman, what else could he be doing?
Rose: Maybe he paints, like Red Skelton.
Dorothy: Rose, would you please hand me my grade book?
Rose: Sure.
Dorothy: Thank you. [Dorothy hits Rose over the head]