Dorothy: Rose, have you seen my mother?
Rose: Dad, these are my roommates Dorothy and Blanche.
Dorothy: Very pleased to meet you.
Blanche: Hello there.
Martin: Rose has told me all about you two. I know it's a little late for me to start acting like a father, but do you think you two could stop hitting my little girl with a newspaper?
Blanche: We'll try.
Dorothy: We'll try.