Waiter: Ladies, drinks?
Dorothy: Champagne. The best you have.
Rose: Dorothy, that's so expensive.
Blanche: Shut up, Rose.
Dorothy: This is my treat. It is a celebration.
Waiter: What are we celebrating?
Sophia: My daughter found out she has a debilitating disease.
Waiter: Oh!
Dorothy: And it has a name. I am thrilled.
Blanche: We all are.
Waiter: Well, of course. Congratulations. Champagne it is.