Dorothy: Trudy, how about if tomorrow we play a real game? Something that requires real skill.
Rose: You mean like midget ice bowling?
Dorothy: I'm talking about tennis, you doofus.
Trudy: Aren't you afraid of being humiliated on the tennis court?
Dorothy: Me humiliated? I think you forget, Trudy, we have to wear tennis dresses.
Trudy: You're on, you pathetic middle-aged cow.
Dorothy: I am looking forward to it, you miserable sack of cellulite.