Dorothy: Oh, Trudy.
Trudy: Dorothy. Oh. It's been so long. Boy, you look... It's been so long.
Dorothy: I know. And you, you look exactly the way you did at our high-school graduation. 'Course, rumors were that you were three months' pregnant.
Trudy: I want you to meet my husband Jack.
Dorothy: You didn't tell me you had such a handsome husband.
Trudy: Didn't tell you he was rich, either.
Dorothy: That's my Trudy. You haven't lost your sense of humor. Or those pesky ten pounds.