Dorothy: And after he had wept over his crab cakes, I begged her to come back to him.
Rose: So I guess you're not gonna see him again.
Dorothy: Yes. Yes I will.
Sophia: Listen, pussycat, it's been a long time since you've been out on a date. And it's quite possible you can no longer judge a good one from a bad one. So let me be of help. Bad date, Dorothy.
[ Slapping Dorothy's hand]
Bad, bad date.