Bill: What I'm talking about is personal, Blanche. I know we said we wouldn't even look at anybody else. But the first night the sirens went off, I got scared. And there was this nurse that I talked to.
Blanche: Oh, how could you, Ben, Bob, uh, Bill?
Bill: I swear, it didn't mean a thing.
Blanche: Was she beautiful?
Bill: Not as beautiful as you.
Blanche: Well, I- I, too, have a confession to make. I got scared, too. Three, four times a week. Depending upon how often the phone rang.
Bill: You were scared they were calling about me, weren't you, Blanche?
Blanche: Yeah. Yeah, that's it. That's a good one.