Mary: Rhoda, why are you putting strange men in my address book?
Rhoda: He's not a strange man. He's the guy I invited to that party you gave as my date, and he showed up with his wife.
Mary: Oh, yes. I remember her. Nancy.
Rhoda: I remember him. Armond.
Mary: It still doesn't explain why you wrote him in my address book and not yours.
Rhoda: I don't have one. I've been getting by for years on the back of a cocktail napkin.