Dorothy: Look, Blanche, what Rebecca is doing is really not so terrible. I mean, look, among the four of us, each of us conceived our children in a different way. I was totally unconscious. When I came to, there was Stan, carving a notch in his dashboard.
Sophia: I never bought that unconscious story.
Dorothy: I swear. He must've slipped me something.
Sophia: Apparently.
Blanche: But at least what we all did was natural.
Sophia: Well, not all the time. There's some other stuff, but I probably shouldn't tell you till you're 70.