- [first lines]
- Lizzie: How was shopping?
- Agnes Carol: Not bad. Just one small dent on the front fender.
- Lizzie: Was it your fault?
- Agnes Carol: Of course not! Men drivers...
- Agnes Carol: Liz, why do you suppose Mr. Carol ever married me?
- Lizzie: You're pretty.
- Agnes Carol: He's a research physicist exploring the secrets of outer space and I can't even find my doorkeys in my handbag.
- Lizzie: You're well-matched. He can't find the rockets he shoots off.