Brenda: (looking through Rhoda's high school yearbook) I never knew you were in the choir.
Rhoda: Oh, I never was, I just wore the robes for four years so nobody could see my hips.
Myrna: Eighty-nine percent of our class is married. There are 275 children and 38 divorces.
Rhoda: No kidding?
Myrna: But here's the biggest surprise of all: nobody in the class of '59 has died.
Rhoda: We did have a great hygiene teacher.
Myrna: We sure did. May she rest in peace.
Carlton: This is Carlton, your doorman.
Brenda: (slurring her words) Hi, Carlton, old buddy.
Carlton: Have you been drinking?
Brenda: What makes you think that?
Carlton: Because for the first time I can understand what you're saying.