Sophia: (Sitting on the sofa) I got a bubble.
Dorothy: Why are you rubbing your chest?
(Dorothy sits down beside Sophia)
Sophia: The bubble is in my chest.
Dorothy: What do you mean, you have a bubble? Is it pain?
Sophia: If it was pain, I'd say pain. I have a bubble!
Dorothy: Blanche, do you know what a bubble is?
Blanche: (Holding up her left hand) I know what a bauble is.
Rose: I know what it is. I've had a bubble.
Sophia: In your head!
Rose: A bubble is something that just sits there and presses until it's chased away by a you-know-what.
Dorothy: No, what Rose, a highway patrolman?
Rose: (Whispering) A big belch.
Dorothy: You couldn't say belch? What is it a Viking curse?
Rose: Well, it's not the nicest word in the world.
Sophia: Right now, it would be the nicest sound in the world.