Rose: Has anybody seen Blanche? She had a date last night, and this morning her bed's all made and she's not even there.
Sophia: Wait a minute. Here's our walking playground now. Boy, it must be true love. This guy is slowing down to 5 miles an hour.
Blanche: Mornin', everybody.
Dorothy: Blanche, what is going on? That guy's a little young, even for you.
Blanche: What are you talkin' about? He's a mature young man with his own business. Now, who wants to help me pick out five magazines?