Charlene: [first lines; as Cathy tries on a swimsuit behind a fitting room curtain] You can do it, Cathy! Think of the white beaches! Think of the *men*!
Cathy Andrews: [behind the curtain] I'm going with Irving, Charlene.
Charlene: Hey, is it my fault you're going to a singles' resort with a boyfriend? I'll be spending *my* vacation cleaning my storage room. Think of romping through the *waves*!
Cathy Andrews: Romping?
[pants twice]
Cathy Andrews: In this? I wouldn't even sit up in public in this.
Charlene: [pulling the curtain back to see Cathy's yellow swimsuit] Let's see!
[they scream in fright]