Blanche: Girls, I do not know what I'm gonna do. I called Mel all last night and all of today. I haven't gotten through to him yet.
Dorothy: Oh, the nerve. If you wind up having to read a book because of that man-
Blanche: Where can he be? He never leaves the house, not even for me.
Dorothy: What is this Bushman-ia all of a sudden? This is a man you see, what, five times a year? A man you yourself describe as "Fred Flintstone with a better car."