Dorothy: I mean, I really do want Stan as a friend, but just as a friend.
Sophia: Then what was that lip lock you had on him the other night?
Blanche: What's this?
Dorothy: Oh, it's nothing. I gave him a little kiss.
Sophia: Trust me, that was no little kiss. That was more like a dental checkup. Your whole head was practically in his mouth.
Dorothy: All right, Ma. All right.
Sophia: "A little kiss," she says. The man almost digested her. It was like watching a Nova special.