Scene: Living Room. Noon
Dorothy: I'm worried about Ma. It's been two weeks and she still hasn't gotten out of bed.
Rose: And Blanche has been slumped over that coffee table since last Saturday.
Dorothy: Rose, why aren't you wearing any clothes?
Rose: Why aren't you a Western omelet?
Dorothy: What?
Rose: This reminds me of the time in St. Olaf when the March of Dimes Walk resulted in a race of Swedish nomads.
Dorothy hits Rose with a rolled-up newspaper. Rose drops to the ground. She does not get up.
Dorothy: This calls for cheesecake.
Dorothy walks out into traffic.
1 comment:
That's a new..uh...wrinkle.
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