Dorothy's brother Phil has just passed away. Dorothy and Blanche are at the funeral, talking. They see a group of woman dressed in black and with their faces covered walking into the funeral.
Dorothy: I wonder who they are.
Blanche: You mean you don't know them?
Dorothy: No.
Blanche: Now this is awful.
Dorothy: What's awful?
Blanche: Well, isn't it obvious? Veiled, shapely creatures, unknown to the family, coming to say one last secret goodbye to their special friend.
Dorothy: You mean...?
Blanche: That's right. Sluts.
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