Blanche: Oh, you mean us have some cake? Honey, we can't do that. We're dieting.
Rose: Sure smells good though.
Dorothy: Looks even better.
Blanche: Bet you it tastes even better than that.
Sophia: You three are dieting. I'm throwing it away.
Blanche: Don't!
Dorothy: Oh, girls, we can't do this. Now, remember the party. It's two weeks from Saturday.
Rose: No, it isn't. This year Phyllis moved it to Sunday.
Blanche: Then we have an extra day. We can worry about our bodies tomorrow.
Dorothy: I'll get the plates.
Rose: I'll get the forks.
Blanche: I'll get the hot fudge.
Sophia: I'll get the butter. We may have to grease the doorway to get the three of you out of here.