(Sylvia notices a mark on Fran's neck, which Sylvia mistakenly thinks is a hickey)
Fran: (looking the mark on her neck in the mirror in horror) What is that?
Sylvia: Enough already. You don't have to hide. You can have a hickey at your age. You can have osteoporosis at your age.
Fran: (looking down her own blouse in shock) Oh my God, it goes all the way down my body.
Sylvia: (excitedly, still thinking it's a hickey) Mazel Tov, darling!