Sophia: Excuse me, Father. Hold that thought. Which of you was Fidel's girlfriend?
Blanche: Oh! My God, he had his burro hitched to every bedpost in town!
Rose: But that's good news, girls. That means your cheap, animal-like lust didn't have anything to do with killing Fidel.
Woman: I'm leaving. I'm not about to mourn a man who's been with every woman in this room.
Dorothy: He was never with me.
Woman: I guess even he had his standards.