MILDRED       And as for my clothes, I really can't imagine what you're getting at. It's a dance, that's all. 

ETHEL            Dance my backside! 

MILDRED       Hm, I really don't want to think about that if you don't mind. 

ETHEL            Oh come on, we both know you're only going because Prince Charming will be there. 

MILDRED        Prince Charming? I have no idea what you're talking about. 

ETHEL            You're after him! 

MILDRED        After him? What a vulgar phrase, dear sister.

ETHEL            You were after him at the Christmas Ball last week, and you'll be after him at the New Year's Ball tomorrow, sure as eggs is eggs. 

MILDRED       Eggs are eggs, my dear. Plural you know. And what nonsense you talk. I seem to remember it was you, not me, that was dribbling and slavering when the prince came over to speak to us. 

ETHEL            I was not! 

MILDRED       A word of advice, darling, don't wipe the dribble away with your sleeve. Not only does it suggest that you were not brought up correctly ……. 

ETHEL            (outraged)  I did no such thing! 

MILDRED        ……. but it also leaves shiny silver snail trails all over your satin dress. 

ETHEL            At least I didn't show myself up by tripping over my   own feet when I danced with him - flat on your face, in front of all those lords and ladies too. 

MILDRED       That's because you were too busy treading on his feet with those great flippers of yours. Really, sister, you should try inviting him for a swim next time, not a dance. 

ETHEL            And you should stop wasting your money on trying to look twenty instead of forty, and invest in some lessons from a decent dancing instructor! 

MILDRED       Just a moment, sister. Relax. We both know there's no point to all this. 

ETHEL           You're right. 

MILDRED      Much as we may fancy the Prince, marrying him is out of the question.  

ETHEL           I suppose so.