Rose: Hi, girls.
Dorothy: Rose, honey, is something wrong?
Rose: No. I'm just a little depressed.
Dorothy: Oh, come on now, Rose. If there's something wrong, you can tell us. Is it about Ernie?
Blanche: He's lousy in bed. I knew it! I knew there was something wrong with him.
Rose: No, he's not lousy. Well, I don't think he is.
Blanche: Well, either he is or he isn't.
Rose: Well, I'm sure he's not. Of course, I have no proof that he's not, but still, he's not. I think.
Blanche: I don't get it.
Sophia: Neither does Rose.