Dorothy: All right, girls. What happened?
Rose: Blanche and I went dancing. She was sure she could out-dirty-dance me, even though I am better in class, so we went to a club. Well, I got up first, and I was pretty good and then Blanche got up.
Dorothy: And she was bad?
Rose: Well, I couldn't tell. I was blinded by the reflection off some gold chains on a guy named Mick. But I think the laughter spoke for itself.