Sophia: I'm just glad you got that monkey off your back.
Rose: I never had a monkey on my back, Sophia. Although, when I was a child, I had a chicken named Gordon. Oh, and what a great chicken! And he was a great singer, too. Gordon could cluck the scores of all the big Broadway musicals. I've heard a lot of poultry do show tunes, but nobody could hold a candle to him. Of course, no chicken likes to be that near an open flame.
Blanche: Same old Rose.
Dorothy: Same old Rose.
Rose: Oh, anyway, he was a great entertainer. We thought for a while he was a great dancer, too, till we discovered he had two left wings. He'd just shuffle along there. Oh, how he loved music, especially Gilbert and Sullivan.