Rose: Hi, Sophia. How was your date last night?
Sophia: Tony Delveccio is a dreamboat. I wouldn't mind glancing over at the night table and seeing his teeth next to mine.
Dorothy: Ma, please. I mean, it's probably silly, but I'm not that comfortable hearing about your romantic escapades with men.
Sophia: Then you're gonna hate this. I fantasize about him all day. Last night, I dreamed I was Joan of Arc, and he was coming at me with a hose.
Dorothy: Ma, maybe it was just a religious-experience dream.
Blanche: Did he put out the fire?
Sophia: Three times.
Blanche: Wow, the seldom-achieved Joan of Arc fantasy triple. Sophia, I hate you.