Blanche: [answering phone] Hello. Morty. Threw your back out putting your boots on? You're in traction? Oh, I guess this means you're gonna be a little late? Oh, all right. [hangs up] Well, can you believe that? Because of one little slipped disc, Morty is not taking me to the barbecue.
Dorothy: What a shame. You'll miss the foot-stomping version of "Sunrise, Sunset."
Blanche: You know, this kind of thing has been happening to me a lot lately. I think it's because I'm going out with men who are too old for me. In the last year my average date has been over 60, bald, covered in liver spots and wears a truss.
Sophia: Sounds good to me.