Dorothy: I am drained of what little holiday spirit I had.
Blanche: That's too bad, because we still have to shop for presents for each other.
Dorothy: Wait a minute. Listen, I've been giving this a lot of thought. None of us wants to go shopping in this terrible heat, so why don't we just put names into a hat, and then we just have to pick out a gift for the one person whose name we pick?
Sophia: There's only one problem with your plan, pussycat. One of us is gonna get the gift from Rose.
Blanche: Dorothy, she's right. And you know how hard it is pretending to like Rose's gifts. Uh-uh. Forget it. No way.
Dorothy: Oh, come on, now, Blanche, don't be so childish. We each stand an equal chance of having our Christmas ruined.